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Hallway of moon beams
The valley of your ribs
Shadows under my depression
A journey of immortal growth
Climbing your vertebrae
I'm the silhouette on the trapeze into space
Drinking from your collarbone
Hollowed space in between hips
Tissues of your joints
Your curtains of skin that uncover letting me in
Settled in your lungs is seaweed
As you waited long in the bottom of the sea
Eyes of perfection
With a soft echo breath
As the wings dust the breeze
With a vision of the womb in your heart
Look at her she don't fit
What is she wearing?
Look at that shirt
**** girl, where you shop? Wherever it is you need to stop
If people knew or took the time to ask
I would say my mothers about to pass
You think you need that tag on your shirt?
Make sure its exposed
Whats wrong with wearing a shirt and saying this is my mothers?
She wore it to chemo to keep her warm
I would rather wear my mothers because its covered in love


Why does a young girl feel she don't belong?
Getting bullied because others think she looks like a boy
While she walks home she hears loud  whispers  *****, ****
As she looks in the mirror she, feels she has a contagious disease
The hurt don't leave when school is over
In fact it continues all over

There was a girl with black skin and ***** hair
Her dad was a lawyer for a secure firm
But she is black, remember
She tries to erase her color
Hides her eyes, so nobody can see what's inside
Although she is brilliant
But won't speak in class
I ask why?

There a little girl with freckles, and green eyes
Hair beautiful, and crimson that her daddy would brush her hair
As she looks at herself in such a different way
Trying to pick all the freckles away
Now there are visible scars that visit everyday
All because of what one person had to say

I invite you to penetrate your mind
We become passive, sit back with time
Hoping that prejudices go away
That schools send your children home with eternal bruises on their soul
Budgets are made that doesn't help
Children need a confidant
Kids killing kids, I ask why?
They feel so angry and resentful
Words and actions that should of never be applied
We  need to educate our youth
Give them hope, teach them empathy, and pride
The ones that have Autism, mental illness and such, don't leave them by the wayside
Don't sort people by the color of their skin
God cradled all of us, defined and created all of us
So tell me why we can't see eye to eye
I invite you into the beauty in your heart

Cutting benefits for the veterans
Have they not done there time?
They can't rewind history, or bring back fallen friends
As a grandfather tells his story
With tears behind his eyes handing down his purple heart to his grandson
Who to is going into the military
21 guns, and Folded flags I ask why?
I don't mean to offend anyone but then again can't please everyone. But I own my thoughts and you own yours. Peace
The acid sunset
My eyes are weary
Murdered branches raked violently
In the faded gloom
Death is broken with the blood trees
Faceless ancient spirits
Dying starts unsuspectingly
Sharp dandelions and silent turns
Crushed boulders on the edge
Where my identity is erased
The lies live in your windpipe tonight
As the stars pop and the birds fly  
Lingering in suffocating guilt
Beneath grace where flowers sang
Stones on our lips we stay

Clocks that ended with the pain
A willow tree full of tears as we weep
We travel to the country side
A dead breeze held us away
My lips are full of flaws
In this blackened room without fight
The smoke began to apper
I beat the earth with all my might
Go to the top of the moon
To find the forgotten place
Someday I want to be forgotten. Lead the way.
As we wade into the drought
A hazy tide with hands of art
Soaking up peace
Graffiti kissing the walls
Craving normal folk
Whiskey oak spins your hemisphere
As we follow a gypsy road
The compass is weak and unsure
I stand on the brittle edge
With aspirations in my pocket
With a road of flowers and uncertainty ahead
But we sing folk music for the young
We savor the sound
Were full of heart and vitality
We get torn and misshaped
But we continue to dream about unity anyway
My inner hippie.
Violets heavy with the night rain
As the fatigued stars start to spill
I catch them
Filling my pockets with dreams
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