The remembrance of my body betraying me,
Trembles my slewing stomach,
My rib cage crumbles at each ragged breath,
With warm flesh dragging against the moist air.
I cough,
Over and over and over again
Till I gag on my own skin.
My vision blurs at the world around me,
The world that creeped ruthlessness
Into each thought,
Breath,
Bite,
Step.
Gone is the peace of myself
Because who am I,
If most of me is them?
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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