My Inner Workings

3 Wishes

I wish for black and white
The black and white where there's just
two sides to a story
I wish for one of two
To have a hard crust and a molten core
To have a hard core and a molten crust
But that wish isn't granted to me

You see, my crust is made of glass and I've got no curtains
And my core is the ocean waiting for the day the moon is void of gravity
So genie, where are u?
It's my earth,
Why won't you answer?
It's my earth,
Why won't you serve me?

Listen, can I wish for ten more wishes?
Can that wish be your command?
If so, then I wish to smile less
Because the more I smile the more I'm found out
I wish to smile less
Because I smile to avoid confrontations
I wish to show my anger
But end up with a curve to my lips
I wish to show my scream
But end up with a chuckle
Even when I find knives in my gut

You see, I can't scream, when it tends to scare those I don't want to scare
And I can't cry if tends to expose what's underneath which ever crust they see
So here I am,
I'm quiet

I wish to give my ears the power to be deafened from the waves of your bullets
I wish to give my tears the the power to vaporise before they show you their white flag
You, my beloved foe
I wish to give my knees the power to stop bending, so you won't knock me down
I wish to give my bones phosphorus, so you won't break them
I wish to give my feet the power to carry me
To carry my weight and your words
I wish gravity won't take it's toll
And genie if you'll have my tenth wish?
I wish you won't be my gravity.