You have me
chasing words as if
they're already
poetry,
sifting through
my index of
ways to explain what
you've done to me,
tie them to a hook,
throw the line,
& wait for prose

I'm so prone to wilting
in the sun,
by the lake,
because my skin
is made of
Morning Glories
and you've blasted me with
every type of sun the desert
has
to offer

Now I'm catching words like I'm fishing
for poetry to
feed
my need
to hold you in
a boat and then tell the
world how I love you.

endorphins, sweat, forgetting to breathe
losing your mind while exploding with chi

energy spilt in a myriad of glimmering hues
lost in doubtful eyes, huge from ******* ooh's


s.q.








.

how many lives
do we have to lose
in order to realize
that something's wrong?
how many laws of novelty
do we have to pass
in order to realize
we're passing all the wrong ones?

why do we pride the ******
because he goes to a school
with a good name?
and why do we limit his sentence
because HE may suffer “severe impact”
when the one who suffered severe impact
was the one
who cried out for HER LIFE?

who gave you the right
to harm faultless people
over something as simple
as who they love?

america did.
your country allows people
to walk around with guns
they way you do with phones.
how are you supposed to feel safe
when privileged white males
take a “get out of jail free” card
as a prize for destroying the lives
of others?

if you are the country of the free,
why are people dying for loving,
shot for standing up, and
beaten for being themselves?

why are your opportunities
determined by the shade of your skin?
why are you labelled and killed
for practicing your religion?
why is history repeating itself?

nobody is born evil.
evil is the craft that is learned
by unwelcoming minds
and is operated by faulty hands,
clenching throats and triggers
with equal strength.

how many lives do we have to lose
before we realize
enough is enough?
how many people need to be
denied an opportunity
before we realize
race doesn't matter?
how many unmarked gravestones
need to be planted
before we realize
we will never get to finish
fighting a losing battle?

I sit around waiting for something you say is going to happen, but never does.
WHY
You say we will be together, yet I don't see it.
WHY
I want to believe you, but my heart won't let me.
WHY
I say I have no time for you anymore and you ask.
WHY