the mind cannot fathom how our oppressors present themselves as victims under the radars of the naked eye
how can those who preach honestly are the first to fix their tongues to lie
how can those who sacrifice their existence to make the world a better place die
to be kind and not have those judgmental rants about superiors and those who are lesser come to the knees of their oppressors and cry
i stand by the wallflowers
and those who find peace in equality
and recognize the favor of our higher power
we can cu by ya
by the bonfire until the flames eat us alive
or we can seal the cracks in the pavements of our souls and try
//e.b.
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DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
