Where'd you leave the silence?
Is it because they said no to you?
Maybe if you dance into the death, it'll be a convincing story , maybe a memoir in desguise.
I'll practice the twist , while the streets disown me.
One step a time sweetheart , there's enough of an opportunity for oppression to go around.
Cover up the struggling pieces with government assistance and burn the retail system , just to look proud.
I'll practice the twist , while my job fires me
One step at a time sweetheart , there's enough of an opportunity to seek unemployment to go around.
And I grind my teeth into the ground , just so that a combated chokehold will feel comfortable.
Because I have no choice but to go left And pay it forward to the less fortunate , How unfortunate
How unfortunate
But I'll grind my teeth into the pavement , just to show that a town is like a village.
Now show your metaphorical pain
Show your metaphorical pain
Show your metaphorical pain
Show your metaphorical pain
Show your metaphorical pain
Just to experience what it's like to be me.
YOU ARE READING
WALLS
PoetryA hiatus at best , but nevertheless. A non-fictional poetic story about betrayal , Mental illness , Racial profiling , and identity. These topics likes to be entertained by the masses , its not entertaining , it's real.
