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Mia Donaj Jul 2020
BLM
fourth of july
never pay attention
to the outcry
turn a blind eye
to melancholy and suffering
why we can't understand
our empathy is slumbering
passive days are numbering
say their names
say their names
america will never be the same
red white and blue
up in flames
juneteenth will be the only independence day I will be celebrating. i'm not black but i hear you. i see you. i stand with you. i will fight for you.
Mia Donaj Jul 2020
you're my cherry cola
put me in a coma
too **** hot
arizona
inspired by the song by jon kuwada.
Mia Donaj Jul 2020
les fleurs
dans mon cœur
vibrants et chers
mort en l’hiver
je déteste l’hiver.
Mia Donaj Jul 2020
hot summer nights
heat-induced plights
warm sticky air
living without a care
curled up
sanctuary palace
summertime malice
jovial depression
bittersweet obsession
Mia Donaj Jul 2020
je veux senti
je veux être
je veux adore
je veux être aimé

je suis
un petit poème
Mia Donaj Jul 2020
trail of tears
paralyzing fears
ripped from the mother's womb
land destined to be taken to the tomb,
colonizers,
****** hands
take take take
stolen land
transgenerational trauma,
passed down,
sweet mama
sour whiskey
takes the edge off of reality
poverty
violence
erasure
history books won't tell
victims won't be around to tell
emily will never know
suppression
leads to the communities depression
anguish
languish
we love dream catchers
why can't we love the people who made them?
no reparations
no reservations
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transgenerational_trauma#:~:text=Transgenerational%20trauma%2C%20or%20intergenerational%20trauma,be%20transferred%20in%20between%20generations.
Mia Donaj Jul 2020
no one cries over spilled milk
i do
well, it must not be over spilled milk, then?
no
that can’t be right
but it is

i cry over spilled milk
how could you not
some cry over spilled brains
spilled milk is my weakness
evoking the deepest sadness
a trying entity
spilled milk is life
a perfect crystal glass
shards everywhere
piercing my heart
watering my eyes
jading my soul
milk is creamy white dreams
like the creamy white cloud fortress
in a creamy white heaven
all over my kitchen counter
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