Bound by Blood

Fri, 08/11/2017 - 13:32 -- Eme1294

Bound by blood,

This wicked hate

This unsettling darkness,

This thing that only we know about.


Trapped by fears,

We shiver in the cold.

No one knowing what we hold.

A small little blemish, growing bigger

And stronger,

As we roam.


Unable to stop,

We are told we must,

Be apart.

This hatred and darkness,

They are afraid of.

But they are also afraid of us….


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
Our world


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