Plastic
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I’m trapped
I’m caged
I’m in a daze
All these days go by slowly
I feel so lowly
I’m waitin’ for that release
It is too easy to make affliction handsomeWhen it's lined with rhyme Traced by thin fingersThe numb glow of a dawn window.White drapes on skin and glassDark eyes torn with pain madeBeautiful
Blue and beautiful, still but mighty
With strength and with power
One might die
To all your plastic bottles
That takes your power away
It takes more than just your power
I see these plastic people, Barbie dolls.
With their dream houses and expensive cars.
And their plastic friends, at their plastic malls.
Getting “white-girl wasted” at plastic bars.
I've gone through adequate measures to beat the monster that resides within me
This thing lay secreted beneath the surface of my skin
Readying to rupture out at any which moment
You see her walking down the halls
Her skirts are too short
She boobs are too big
And she looks like a life size
Barbie Doll
she was tangled
among branches
and intertwined
and punctured
she was weak
and flimsy
blowing along the gutter
trapped under a tire
stored within herself
A sphere of life, constantly force fed
From the world, into the womb
Ignorance has polluted the innocence
Gravid host poisons the unborn
Toxins consumed, enter the abyss
The truths have yet to be revealed
Here's a story about a cup
lost and lonely was the cup
we found it sitting all alone
Then someone said please pick it up
And so they did and washed that cup
They washed the cup and let it dry
A bottle.
There. It sits on its side, pointing its open lid at the brick wall.
Who put it there?
I pick it up. The smooth, transparent plastic runs beneath my feeling fingers as I clutch it in my palm.
Ewwww...
