I stomped a head in an unknown village, broke some ribs in a city without a name & crushed a few hands in a town that no longer exists. I insist, I'm not certifuable, ain't no lunatic in bdu's, I was just doing my job.
I am wet Not my clothes But my heart When I walk through my past Some sort of mistakes I cannot redo them I am learning From my mistakes One day I will Come out of my mistakes
she doesn't speak anymore she only moves her eyes about the room following voices listening
listening
listening to all of humanity become lost within its own realm of despair becoming engulfed in the loss of hope all the while feeling the sting from the whips of society upon her skin simply for not giving in
so she chooses to be still she chooses not to speak because no one else will choose to listen