I have a rock
With my name on it
And one for my father
And one for my brother
And one for each of the boys
Who broke me
They are grudges I carry with me
Heavy in my pockets
One step away
From the cement blocks
Tied to my feet
Someday I will throw these grudges
As far as my body will allow
In hopes that they land in water
Less shallow
Than the names on the rocks
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC
I have a rock
With my name on it
And one for my father
And one for my brother
And one for each of the boys
Who broke me
They are grudges I carry with me
Heavy in my pockets
One step away
From the cement blocks
Tied to my feet
Someday I will throw these grudges
As far as my body will allow
In hopes that they land in water
Less shallow
Than the names on the rocks
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