weary from the hate stares, i try to sleep.
this beds harshness intolerable, no more comfortable dreams.
In a world full of color, i can only experience grey.
devoured by sirens, shouts, but the silence overwhelms me,
while the stench of oppression seeps out from every corner
i can still taste what i am not allowed,
but who cares? I am just something akin to animal now.
(references to novel Black Like Me)
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 10:28 PM UTC
weary from the hate stares, i try to sleep.
this beds harshness intolerable, no more comfortable dreams.
In a world full of color, i can only experience grey.
devoured by sirens, shouts, but the silence overwhelms me,
while the stench of oppression seeps out from every corner
i can still taste what i am not allowed,
but who cares? I am just something akin to animal now.
(references to novel Black Like Me)
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