I won't have kids
I'm very serious
Not until i can say to them
"I lived through a time when it was unhealthy to have your curly hair and brown skin,
When you could be killed over an assumption. Yes I know even if you had nothing to do with it.
I lived through a time when it didn't mean much to us to serve and protect.
But your generation can do better than us,
We caught and exposed via our phones and social media the power lustful and corrupt

But we only received this torch from those that walked up and down on this path before us.
I want you to do better and be better than us my child, so go out into the world and be proud of your heritage and who you are
Remember the struggles we went through, so they never happen again. "

The sand that fills my hourglass
Leads me to wayward oceans
To uneven shorelines,
That curves in slithers, like a snake;
Smooth, serene... Sneaky.
Waves bring to me gifts that I could never miss,
Fragile shells,
Shards of colored glass,
Rotten fish and whale carcasses.
I'll hide in a pungent cage of ribs
And spend the rest of my days,
In style- in waste.
Wasting away, with the water's swell and sway
Erode these rusted bones and expose my hollow.
Feed the hunger that deeply burrows in our Mother,
The ravenous desire that crawls through polluted entrails
She'll prevail, She'll prevail!
Consuming corpses the size of whales,
We try to exist but to no avail.
She'll prevail, over souls that create hell
Caging them in chaotic oceans
That pull
And push in
Twisted, slithering motions.
I'm walking on glass that's broken,
I can see Jesus on the surface
If I squint and find the focus
Just casually strolling,
Over torment and through glory.
I throw my feeble voice like Pinocchio
If it'll land in any hands, well
Only god would know.

-SLuR