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My community is like a day at the beach. The warm water melts away the ****** seagull calls As we build sandcastles large enough for the biggest And most ridiculously hard to say umbrella that we can Manage to stitch together from our broken homes. We play volleyball with our hope The biggest beach ball we can muster Our net constructed of ally weave And it’s got flames and it’s super bad-ass and **** But nets are only nets And nets can only do so much You can’t play games without The people. We ride jet skis away from sharks Sharing the strong towers Of our middle fingers Because **** sharks I know only some of them are dangerous But after you see a body floating in the water Like a buoyed tomb It’s hard to forget the biting. The net asked us once Why we never have a funeral I guessed that it didn’t realize that We don’t have the time To bury all the bodies That’s like Asking us to count the sand Like telling us to collect the waves Like begging us to dry an ocean of tears But These aren’t tears They are a body count These aren’t sickles of sand They are our ancestors’ ashes These aren’t warm waves but walls of black blood And it’s here Amongst the ashes And blood That we build our sandcastles I look around in mine It is insulated in white The black blood Only begins to broach The moat outside If I never bothered To look I might never see it How much time Must we spend in Our sandcastles Before we can Smell the blood Outside How deep do we Have to dig our holes Before we silence the screams Outside Why are we just Looking at the walls Why aren’t we looking Outside We are not royalty We are not arbiters of Ash and blood This is NOT a Game Net’s don’t matter when All the players are dying. How many sandcastles Do we have to build Before we remember The stone riots that Built them Be spiked heel shoes Be rock and brick Be broken windows Be shattered bone Raise your fist against The biting tide Swim against the sharks Until you bleed enough To drown Them Be blood Be ash Be broken homes Be ****** murals In the street Be white sandcastles Then tear yourself down Until you get back to the Stone Walls of your foundation You know what, ever mind **** sandcastles They seem too much like sharks anyway
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
A Day at the Beach
My community is like a day at the beach. The warm water melts away the ****** seagull calls As we build sandcastles large enough for the biggest And most ridiculously hard to say umbrella that we can Manage to stitch together from our broken homes. We play volleyball with our hope The biggest beach ball we can muster Our net constructed of ally weave And it’s got flames and it’s super bad-ass and **** But nets are only nets And nets can only do so much You can’t play games without The people. We ride jet skis away from sharks Sharing the strong towers Of our middle fingers Because **** sharks I know only some of them are dangerous But after you see a body floating in the water Like a buoyed tomb It’s hard to forget the biting. The net asked us once Why we never have a funeral I guessed that it didn’t realize that We don’t have the time To bury all the bodies That’s like Asking us to count the sand Like telling us to collect the waves Like begging us to dry an ocean of tears But These aren’t tears They are a body count These aren’t sickles of sand They are our ancestors’ ashes These aren’t warm waves but walls of black blood And it’s here Amongst the ashes And blood That we build our sandcastles I look around in mine It is insulated in white The black blood Only begins to broach The moat outside If I never bothered To look I might never see it How much time Must we spend in Our sandcastles Before we can Smell the blood Outside How deep do we Have to dig our holes Before we silence the screams Outside Why are we just Looking at the walls Why aren’t we looking Outside We are not royalty We are not arbiters of Ash and blood This is NOT a Game Net’s don’t matter when All the players are dying. How many sandcastles Do we have to build Before we remember The stone riots that Built them Be spiked heel shoes Be rock and brick Be broken windows Be shattered bone Raise your fist against The biting tide Swim against the sharks Until you bleed enough To drown Them Be blood Be ash Be broken homes Be ****** murals In the street Be white sandcastles Then tear yourself down Until you get back to the Stone Walls of your foundation You know what, ever mind **** sandcastles They seem too much like sharks anyway
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taylor-rachel-bereiter
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Washington State
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
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