Blisters rub my skin,
Shed my bones,
And tear my fingernails to shreds.
Crippled into misery,
I find myself dripping…
Farther–
From the sane life I was promised
By a poisoned voice,
Singing hymns
For the gods that swish through stories.
Words that bleed with ink that
Does not bear the mark of trust-
They plucked my life;
Dangling me from the twisting beam
And yielded fear to beat my heart for the journey ahead.
I haven't seen democracy since I was four years old,
coloring with crayons outside the lines while a man on screen was coloring the map with too much red that the blue was overpowered.
Greed overtook them
Only those in power shoot their guns in fear
Of the potential held in the palm of our hands
Delicate and rough fingers intertwined through every color to shoot back.
Bye Good,
I stopped standing the day that everyone else stopped standing for us
I have not put my hand over my heart in over a year because what is there to hide?
I was born here with the blonde hair and blue eyes
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