2019
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It should come as no surprise
the injustice is a tale as old as time
haves and greater-thans ignore broken cries.
They take and take, and punch and climb-
//
Over poor, broken, helpless -- not leaving a dime
Once, you claimed a kind of love, unbeknownst to the receiverRememory*A mother’s desperate love; one in which she sacrifices allRememoryDo you truly love your children, or only what they are able to accomplish?
i. you said they came with rocks
so i built a fortress for emotion
brick by brick from bitter lies
about how you thought it was,
to love a woman.
I’m not supposed to write this poem
It’s embarrassing - on many levels, for many people
The horizon faded.
The ailerons, jaded.
The winds blew
fast and through.
The comms whirred.
Myself, concerned.
I clutched the yoke
and heard a croak.
Eigth grade is when I found out
That straight did not define me
A single small peck
On the lips was that it took.
Oh, how scared I was
I had grown up around hate
That those who are gay
So many things I be want to slur
So many thoughts I want to want to ask as time dies
I keep it to myself, that is the best way to protect those around
If I said everything that came to mind id be shipped off to a island,
A mentor
One, or something who shapes you
Who defines you
Who carves pathways that engrain into your brain
That you follow, follow, follow
The tranquility of the living earth
Has brought me peace inside
But mainly because the things I see
For others it will hide
As I coast along this busy world
I question myself here
