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You treat me as a flower
From the side of the road
With its own pure beauty
You can’t let go
You hold me in your arms
Staring
Wondering
What I’ve been through
Staring
Wondering
The cold is numbing.
Like morphine it trickles through my bones.
It seeps into my fingers and it grips my balls.
It kisses me like an abusive lover after the beating.
The cold is comforting.
All I ever wanted is gone, down on the ground with the debris.
All is lost undrneath the dirt and rocks
Down with the worms, the bird seed amist of rain
washes away into the gutter.
Unchained and unchanged am I
Take, take, take,
All you do is take
Give, give, give,
You struggle to give
Feed your children
Feed your people
Allow your kind to thrive
To reach the sky
Allow them to shine bright
Twisted lies and teary eyes
These news titles on the rise
Wrong perspectives, strong objectives
Activists are the real detectives
Police brutality? Our reality?
Families surviving on calamity
Government officials have fallen into the chains of guilty corruption,
Our endowed right is no longer the Pursuit of Happiness.
This backfires on our economic production,
We the citizens have no wall of security.
There’s Suffering and crying, and a lot of people are still dying
World leaders getting richer while their peoples bodies are piling
Up to a mountainous top, corpses spewing like the steam from a boiling pot, of Genocide
Sweaty palms, the itchy insides of the smoky marsh pits,
discolored cloudy eyes with battered Fort Knox thighs,
I am a piece
Of broken glass
With sharp, corroded edges
If you touch me
You'll bleed, and become connected
With all the secrets
I try to keep.
I am jagged,
Dirty,
Cold.
Once again Autumn is upon
Leaves are changing,
colors blossom
trees nestle into their winter shell
Year after year, I've always viewed things with such blind eyes
just a tree,
just a color,
The ball bounces against the crack of the drive
Two little girls laugh as they miss the backward shot.
Dusk disappears like their childhood
All my things jumbled
because the mind is not:
and I’ve nothing to reference,
so am I truly me?
