As I awake
From
Yet another
Ptsd
Night
I cannot resist
Returning to bed
For the dreams
Are tiring.

Dear white suppremist
Before I say the usual fck
You
I want to say that
I am more than different
DNA
I have feelings, emotions,
Angry as you do
Only its directed at you
So tashi delek
And a fck you.


Starry.

As I sit there
A
Think
The pros and cons of
going out side
I relieved that my mom sad
That it would be OK.
And so I get ready.

I think I shall stay
And read a book
Cannot handle
In this town today

I am wondering if
I should go out side
For my town is racist
And hate ful
But I have to grow the lady
*****
To say f*ck you to
The neo nazis.

A quite listner
A quiet smile
Not sure if
I
Will
Have
A
Good
Or
Bad
Day.

I look at the iris
In my Boading carefully
And wonder
How the hell
Did theybget that
Beautiful flower
In there
With out destroying
It's beauty
One can only know.

The *****
I thought thry
Were like all baodings
That they
Had a
Bell singing to me
But no just
S I l e n c e
****.

Are
There
Flowers
More
Like
Irises
In
My
Boading
*****????

As I stumble upon
A Bair
Of spheres
I wanted
What the hrck
They are
After a closer look
And a memoriess
Of the yakuza papers
Movies I recognized
Them
As stress *****
Of the Chinese verity.