We are writing unprepared speeches for white men and their teachers,
we are young tormented creatures, the fault of our preachers,
we are old faceless features, the fault...of ourselves.
On shelves we sit and the dust and the grit in our eyes is black like our lies because
these white men are screaming
their teachers are dreaming
and the young tormented creatures are weeping for our losses,
our preachers,
the bosses,
are keeping our souls from us.
There is no more trust in ourselves,
as our old faceless features are weeping from non-existent pores
the doors are closing, sealing us in.
But,
All of these people have got the keys to our minds, our hearts
and all the while we sit on our shelves, curled into ourselves,
and wail,
pale in the artificial moonlight.
Maybe it's better this way.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
We are writing unprepared speeches for white men and their teachers,
we are young tormented creatures, the fault of our preachers,
we are old faceless features, the fault...of ourselves.
On shelves we sit and the dust and the grit in our eyes is black like our lies because
these white men are screaming
their teachers are dreaming
and the young tormented creatures are weeping for our losses,
our preachers,
the bosses,
are keeping our souls from us.
There is no more trust in ourselves,
as our old faceless features are weeping from non-existent pores
the doors are closing, sealing us in.
But,
All of these people have got the keys to our minds, our hearts
and all the while we sit on our shelves, curled into ourselves,
and wail,
pale in the artificial moonlight.
Maybe it's better this way.