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RedRiot
It began with a crackle A spark A sharp zip in the air Then followed the inevitable The thunderous drum The low rumble The sound that settles in bone A deep growl A warning And then came rain Drizzle, then hail, then sleet Banging on windows It shrieked and screeched It wailed and weeped A wounded cry The cacophony rolled And the sound grew loud Until it invaded every corner And then Just as suddenly as I had arrived I exhaled and withdrew Curls of fog left behind A glimmer of prismatic light Peeked its way out of my heart Finally calmed and cooled
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Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 11:55 PM UTC
The Rainstorm
Take up the White Man’s burden— Commit a deed so vile Turn upside down their freedoms Unrestrained, you beguile In silence you creep and prey On those that bare their hearts They welcome you in with smiles You steal their lives in parts Take up the White Man’s burden You claim to bring them light With Western innovation Instead you steal their right To be a sovereign people You think your ego grants The theft of other cultures You are not some gallants Take up the White Man’s burden And **** those who you mock Your eyes cannot see color Only justice that you block They cry and they cannot breathe Held underneath your knee You say that they deserved it But by whose accursed decree? Take up the White Man’s burden And claim to be your own The talents that you covet Your bitter farce has grown But now your time has ended Your lies have now unfurled Now you will face as God’s wrath The judgement of the world
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Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 2:39 AM UTC
Response to: "The White Man's Burden"
Oh, my dearest! Timid, and tired, and terrified you were. Small, and silent, you hid your head in the ground. Your future loomed in front of you, And you could not even look to its' peak. Oh, my dearest! Your fragile heart trembled, Your embers just barely stoked. Any time you felt the call, Whispers of contempt fluttered in through your ears, And drew you back. Oh, my dearest! Bold, and brave, and brilliant you are. Tall, and vocal, your eyes only ever look to the skies. Your future looms in front of you, And you grasp the next ledge. Oh, my dearest! They said that you would fall, And you looked at them, And you laughed, And you ran right ahead. Oh, my dearest! Where will you go, Now that you are free?
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Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 11:41 AM UTC
Ode to My Younger Self