Recovered, head down, knees clenched Legs still won't walk her home. Skin wet and heart drenched listen to words and candid tone and accepts her returning reverie with a sip of the bottle of bravery Yes, it was an awkward time - amp
They tell us we discriminate because of the color of their skin. An unjustly comment and they only see us as whites. Stuck between a now cold war between colors. They paint an image of victimization as they feel unfairly treated in ancestry years. I say , get over it.
How many has marked this broken lover between the sheet and on the streets. How many has gripped her hips and tasted her lips. How many has , not once , but countless times degraded her in her bliss , shattered her gift , ruined and wrecked her for her next "knight" . How many of you will come to realize that many of us still hide. How many of you , will see. How many will there be.
Some truth in those words in every lover you may come across
America the great America my favorite escape You’re slowing falling deeper into turmoil and today was the day we were supposed to plan your escape There’s a man leading you and your people into a grave America please fight for yourself so we can go back to calling you brave Stop letting them get you to conform, if you bend anymore we’ll literally forget your original form And I don’t know if you know it yet or not but you and Russia seem to have an on and off relationship and the man that’s misleading you is how the wall was born Immigration laws keep separating kids from their parents Thank God my mom was born here but what about the friends that I cherish Mrs. Pakistan doesn’t have a man but to keep her in the states she’ll be marrying this American What about my Mexicans? My Africans? My Dominicans? And my Ecuadorian? Bill Cosby drugged women and I married a handful just so more innocent families aren’t torn apart Like I said before I’m selfless with my antics I’d do anything to not see another family get separated and put in a panic America we aren’t talking about money when we said we need to see a lot of change drastically before upcoming dates Segregation can’t be taught anymore if it’s a current event and it’s happening before journalists can document the dates Aren’t you tired of seeing blood and tears shed on your wide estates? America I won’t make this too long but I’ll just ask this last question America, Are We Too Late?
from the other side of the street our soulless eyes meet, we send waves of cravings for our broken hearts to hold but we don't step forward you stayed back, i don't move either we walk along the side of the road, we smile at each other, and watch ourselves getting vanished into the distant, this is what has become of us: silent and afraid, forever...
I like watching how the rocks float on the wet and dry grounds along with the time that passes by I like watching how they break sometimes how the cracks on them become visible but somehow they survive days and months and years even when their cracks open up raindrops and sunshine enter into their old broken bodies they bear the pain and stay silent for they still find their way to stay for as long as they wish to stay...