Cold stairs inside of bricks
Breathing fire outside of sticks
You don’t like it when I look like this?
Different? Logical?

My face
Warm with blood
Filled with your majesty
Patient like a flood

Never the same
Bored by the ******
You orchestrated
My body maimed

Slamming at justice
Cherishing the gaveled
My life opened in envelopes
Sealing the unraveled

I address you correctly
In a bench of lies
You sit embarrassed
Everyone watching your eyes

A signed order
Sealed with my truth
Wrongly justified
Like a deafening light

Whispering from the fright
Crushing the gavel
Normalized contempt
Justice is now exempt.