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Im afraid of the words My father might say As my mother watches from An eternal kiss, And school is not a notion , It ia the reality of three lil girls While I hustle for the groceries. I become a shadow, Working between the light, I want to lose myself In mama's tortillas, Chorizo and eggs with All the love I had the time To feel. I am 5 am. Standing at Labor Force and hear the words Curse me, their whispers Of My failures only push me, I grow stronger, My children grow hungry, There goes the corner store, And my gun feeds my children,.. The metaphor does not exist Here, this the real, A westside everyday, Poverty in action, Rich in the sorrows dance, Life spreads its wings, I am left in the shadow. I hate the metaphor, Because you will never truly See the truth of my words.
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May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
I **** The Metaphor
Im afraid of the words My father might say As my mother watches from An eternal kiss, And school is not a notion , It ia the reality of three lil girls While I hustle for the groceries. I become a shadow, Working between the light, I want to lose myself In mama's tortillas, Chorizo and eggs with All the love I had the time To feel. I am 5 am. Standing at Labor Force and hear the words Curse me, their whispers Of My failures only push me, I grow stronger, My children grow hungry, There goes the corner store, And my gun feeds my children,.. The metaphor does not exist Here, this the real, A westside everyday, Poverty in action, Rich in the sorrows dance, Life spreads its wings, I am left in the shadow. I hate the metaphor, Because you will never truly See the truth of my words.
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May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
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