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The broken are so beautifully Strange and distorted Mirroring the mistakes Our societies makes The risks we take And failing Little monster make Swollen bellies bloated with pride They walk upon the ashes of the broken Sweat and dirt Earth pushing deeply into our fingers Till it hurts Till the nails drop blood Like they were seeding the mud And those ticks **** it up Snuck up To **** up Our lives But the broken Bare their pain Take their shame Like pharmaceutical products In the morning and before bed Before the doctors bled Their children Oh god The golden gone Father forsworn To wear the thorn Which you broke your children with The slave owners whip The stings As mothers screamed While children Ran deep into the dark forests We broken are the children Of the Natives Americans The African The Chinese and Japanese Our skin was not Jaundiced We were not black But earthly brown Not red but slightly tanned Beautiful Our cultural heritage Stolen Disfigured As the starving Lay dying While the morally bankrupt Keep thriving We are broken Spine curved Tired and wretched Scared of the cops And the injustice system That we live in But still beautiful We are pink brown And every other color That paints this town They are the sociopaths The monsters Masquerading As moral crusaders
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
The Broken
The broken are so beautifully Strange and distorted Mirroring the mistakes Our societies makes The risks we take And failing Little monster make Swollen bellies bloated with pride They walk upon the ashes of the broken Sweat and dirt Earth pushing deeply into our fingers Till it hurts Till the nails drop blood Like they were seeding the mud And those ticks **** it up Snuck up To **** up Our lives But the broken Bare their pain Take their shame Like pharmaceutical products In the morning and before bed Before the doctors bled Their children Oh god The golden gone Father forsworn To wear the thorn Which you broke your children with The slave owners whip The stings As mothers screamed While children Ran deep into the dark forests We broken are the children Of the Natives Americans The African The Chinese and Japanese Our skin was not Jaundiced We were not black But earthly brown Not red but slightly tanned Beautiful Our cultural heritage Stolen Disfigured As the starving Lay dying While the morally bankrupt Keep thriving We are broken Spine curved Tired and wretched Scared of the cops And the injustice system That we live in But still beautiful We are pink brown And every other color That paints this town They are the sociopaths The monsters Masquerading As moral crusaders
#broken#humanity
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
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