Shed you must.
We were born too heavy
For our mothers wombs
So much knowledge
Of the heavens
With God on our tongues
And history at our backs
Heaven is always
A charity away
A death away
A heartbreak away
Heaven is only for spirits
Light enough to rise
Shed your skin colour
The Gods you were fed
Underneath all this weight
Is a soul
Peel until you find it.
Shed everything else.
And shed you must.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
I'm half blind
in one eye,
which makes me quarter blind.
It doesn't bother me though.
The flower doesn't need eyes
to see the sun
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
The problem perhaps is that prisons
have doors,
should people not be pushed through
the bars instead
the tainted parts of the soul strained out
the clean locked in with you
Sentences served would have meaning then
to learn to live with the parts of you
that are pure
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC