IN MY EYES

crisp constricted content in the eye

run over my freedom like the world's bulldozer.

sleep on my back like a restless pillow.

step on my foot, as I am your personal ladder.

spit in my face because I'm the dirty sink in your kitchen.

burn my wrists with crisp constricted content

seize my body and throw me in the political ditch

deport my words as they aren't recruited with the country.

yet one thing you cannot touch,
one thing that will never be yours
because I do not condone the deceit that runs through your
promiscuous veins.

one thing you cannot do,
is,
take my soul.