Misguided
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With frigid hands and
Arms brittle as glass,
He moves the sea to
Reach what he at last
Has felt he now needs.
No mast, nor flag, nor
Anchor, only a
Foggy sextant and
Stabilisation process to zenith
Breaker line in the deepest
Transfer empty checks for a momentary difference
Fluctuations along shore surface
Protection parallel to disturbance
Oscillatory Difference
How do you think that way?
Not owning a thought in your head
Like a parrot, repeat what other’s said
Believing in lies
Worried if you don’t, the spotlight dies
And I'm still thinking why. . . Why did god chose me for this struggle on my journey
Who am I, why does my appearance gives the right to judge me.
We are looked at as misled, misguided..
When really, it's these kind of people who save us all.
The broken ones are the true heroes,
not wanting any recognition.
Selflessnes is their virtue,
Click, Clack, Bang! What is that sound?
Nothing, just another African American body collapsing to the ground
How could this be the norm? How can this be?
Only in a nation
With the world at your fingers,
Can you lack consideration
And fuel bottom feeders.
You can see anything,
Read anything,
Be anything,
But the only thing you want
I once believed graves beautiful,
Magnificent scrawls repeating life after death.
Bleached white and glowing brilliantly,
Glossy stone records the Passed's name distinct.
