They said i should not scream.
But, i had to learn now.
"teasing"
"teaching"
Tortured tongues caged in veneer jail bars,
yearning to walk free.
Let the ripe words of my ancestors dance up my throat
and fall,
fall flat into your hands pretending like it's an every day occurrence.
Recycling my words to new ears.
like you said,
you were "teaching"
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
They said i should not scream.
But, i had to learn now.
"teasing"
"teaching"
Tortured tongues caged in veneer jail bars,
yearning to walk free.
Let the ripe words of my ancestors dance up my throat
and fall,
fall flat into your hands pretending like it's an every day occurrence.
Recycling my words to new ears.
like you said,
you were "teaching"
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