Hope to be all the colors of healing, but we were owned,
Rotting in concrete and labs and drowning in tea.
Run a round about that brings us back to you,
Wouldn’t be here if we were not bought and told to.
The phones got a buzz to it, and the alcohol in sweat,
That runs down your cheeks, and threatens blood content.
Gotta make sure those chains are being tightened daily,
Because everyday that you’re alone, we risk you escaping.
Our owner gave it all up just to steal you, rape you.
We promise that we’ll kill you if you ever leave again.
Yes, we promise that we’ll kill you if you ever leave again.
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Shattered Amour Propre
PoésieThis is a collection of some of the poems from my book, Shattered Amour Propre. There are a variety of formats made out of raw emotion. Come get stabbed in the heart, collect pollen from the flowers for a smile, and cry about the tragedies that have...
