It costs to live
we know this
but the currency is ours to spend
We should be livid at those
who pretend to care
espouse our best interests
but then push us
to be batteries for a
busted machine
Remember their fat faces
when we’re clear
their arch indifference
and disdain, for once,
for our fear
When they return again
to using our dreads
against us
remember
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC
It costs to live
we know this
but the currency is ours to spend
We should be livid at those
who pretend to care
espouse our best interests
but then push us
to be batteries for a
busted machine
Remember their fat faces
when we’re clear
their arch indifference
and disdain, for once,
for our fear
When they return again
to using our dreads
against us
remember
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