By Arcassin Burnham


A weakness is a weakness and mine is peaking into
submission like being sacrificial in whatever this world is,
upper body strength with more flaws than that of a girl who doesn't have
a care in the world weather or not they know that she gets around with high
hopes of a better future way ahead for her and her family,
same basic concept when i aim to be an author in a corrupted society exposing
everything because they poison everything , do you get what I'm saying?
We have all been in some kind of sin engulfing us in flames begging God
to at least loosen the chains of any agony , please set me free,
don't wanna have a sign on my head because of my skin saying roadkill,
don't get whats up with that deal.

A Fight is always a fight even when against the corporals
leaning on the people to just help for confirmation but they're
too busy with  being brainwashed and battered from a force
unseen in a world so ***** but yet so clean summing up the the masses scenes,
We work for a lot and then we die for a lot, did you know Job in Hebrew Means
Prosecute?
She had a baby yesterday and doesn't  worry about today because she has it
in her mind that shes not through,
with all the partying and popping pills in a nightclub that I'm pretty sure is owned
by a gang too,
Have better life choices because you don't know when the devil will be
knocking at the door for you.

Encased in smooth defiance.
I am set in my ways, and I refuse to depart,
I refuse to learn, I refuse to be taught.
I'm cold,
closed off, shut down.

What better choice is there when people just
drip
with indifference?

I won't open up,
spring
from my hard earned shell.

For years, it is here that I've stood,
deep in my cool fortress, protected,
cloaked in neutrality.

My secret lies deep.
Here, I can't be cracked.

My weakness.

Here, I am safe.

My fear.

I wonder how long I can hide it?

What will be my demise?

That fragile spot, and
one
warm
heart.

Mountains
Grown by mountains
Fire torn by land
The strength
Seems to be sand
But even that
Thirsts for water

I miss the days
Of innocence
Of confidence
Before the realization I ever needed anyone.
Or maybe I never did,
But you stole it all away.
And you.
And you.

There's nothing to "go back to."
I've only got to starve on this meal plan of
Self-love, self-healing, greening and green.

I miss the days
Where I was something
Felt something.
I was so young.
Do we all die,
Or was it just you?
And you?
And you?