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Dom Apr 2018
This is someone's reality.
a life with graffitied fences and barking dogs,
a life with music and dancing dolls.

A life full of police sirens and gunshots rang in the air,
a life where your color had rules and it wasn't fair.

A life of laughter and children playing in the play ground,
A life where hate wasn't around.

A life of protests against protests,
that's how life is.

A parent saying you and a brown one couldn't be friends.

Yet, you could cut me and i bleed, don't you bleed too?

Crying the tears that you've cried, this proving that we're the same.
Feeling that we both can love someone, shouldn't you see me as you?

But you are stuck on a stereotype you've seen on tv.
Too stuck to know that we are equal.
Too stuck to know that i bleed as do you.
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Dom Apr 2018
Always on my mind,
a little lost, we've always felt.

We were lost in different things,
you in this word full of grief and hurt.

I in the darkness of my own mind,
searching for such light that not once could i find.

Yet, brought together it was as if we found so much more,
that never last, though.

And you did have to leave,
leave me once again, in the darkness of my own mind.

And leave you lost in a world were no one could hide.
Dom Mar 2018
I don't know what you want me to say.
How do i explain every way that i could possibly love you.
How do i explain the things that captivated my heart, that are apart of you.
How do i explain that the way your eyes glow remind me of the feeling of freedom that i first felt when i looked into your eyes.
Or how trouble was written in your smile and it gave me a feeling of excitement that I've felt never before.
How do i explain that the way you touch me doesn't give me butterflies in my stomach but warmth in my heart and sparks left after your touch.
What about the coldness that i feel at night when you are not around and home is no longer home.
How do i explain such things to you by using the words that come out of my lips.
If it is not said, you will not believe me, but if i write an essay of all of the things i love about you, will you then believe my explanation of all the love i have for you?
This is for you Isabella
  Jan 2018 Dom
E. E. Cummings
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
Dom Jan 2018
A lost mind,
Heart unknown and unkind.
You wonder why I’m close to darkness,
Almost as dark as the darkest parts
Of the moon.
You wonder why I say I need you,
Why I won’t follow my head
And walk away.
You tell me why should I?
Why can’t I free you?
Why can’t I free me?
Why can’t we be free?
Free from the shackles of pain
And free from the shackles of society.
But you tell me,
What is being free?
You tell me, what is your definition of freedom?
  Jan 2018 Dom
emmie cosgrove
You
Your mind,
So beautiful
Causing the soldiers
Battling within my head,
To ceasefire
An ongoing conflict
Finally at rest.
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