delicate fingers attached to harsh hands
beating different colors into pigments some would consider bland
extravagant
exotic
purple, blue , and red
hoping they wont be caught
for their actions are pathetic
as soon as the mark is made
he regrets it ---
anger surges through veins; untamed
clouding his judgement
applying a thick haze over bright blue eyes
jaded views of out society
no longer do we know sobriety
intoxicated off of another woman's lips
my parents - never approving of this
my insecurities embraced by her own
tranquility and anxiety swirling between the veins lining my body
for those who gave me the first breath of air
they are a people of the lord
saying repeatedly
my life would be better spent alone
