i sometimes wonder
how hard it is-
the way gravity pulls my hair down.
that when my heart gets heavy
i get the urge to cut it off
and if i fail to do so,
how bad is it to be absorbing light,
that I would rather kill it off and
drown it with the color of rage
how bad it must be
to find myself trapped
beneath the weight of a promise
desperately clinging on to my only chance at liberation-
change.
