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Elan Bonde Gregory
modern mixed race music monopoly
polyrhythms maniacal impunity stricken race bearing gender bearing skin bare barely faking rarely taking
face nothing insatiable emptiness a society worshipping a lost organism
******* rein to settle wars that fought because there is no end in sight reincarnation is a reality death requires hallucinations to exist you make it real by denouncing the lives of so many that you could not be here without their beautiful miraculous struggle to be free from your association of whiteness from the beginning we fight with this glory you hold so dear dear people please don’t let them take advantage of the fact that in imaginations of whiteness and race we were ***** for real and we will never kneel again
there is no trust in this new beginning behind no longer in front of me standing with hands over hearts that flag down please help help! help us!! shooting bullets since the famous emancipation proclaimed just flares sent up into eternity do you hear us ! do you hear us?! Our words are reverse missionaries traveling past the corruption reverse engineering reverse socializing the numbness of genocide the paralyzed nature of toxic justification
deemed apathy by cowardice
  Jan 2017 g
Gabriel burnS
sparks are spilling
from your eyes
you sprinkle them
around,
ignite our hearts
in scorching waves,
we drown

can there be one
you'll save;
what fate awaits
survivors reaching shore;
they go to war
and time will tell
who burns out
and who
remains

(amongst the embers
a victor shall be named)

and even though
I never cease to burn
the last to stand
I see too late
the game is rigged
and charcoal hands
with ashes cold return
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the lost girl
contemplating suicide
I remember how my life
was like
watching you with those girls
I could only run or hide
you can't see how it hurts
that every time I end up
with my knife
contemplating suicide
under the tree house
we built when we're child
how far we've come
separated but we got along
contemplating suicide*
one last thing I only want
bury me in all the colors
and all the flowers
which are faded and dark
with a rainbow out of blue
faded in darkness of the night
standing on bridge
ready to jump
ready to fly
*with no hope, no fear
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