#1312
fear rose | a big choking risen by red-blue flashes and I pull over, past
the intersection under a row of street lights | thinking about my education, my nightgown waiting back home, wondering why
on earth | where are you going | where are you from | have you been drinking | who are you | who are you?? | clang in my rearview mirror,
a pair of cruisers circle in, intensity creaked in brown-nosed perplexion before black eyes, bloodshot, bothered, real country on the breeze
this balmy night and please don't hurt me,
the sound of slippers across
the kitchen floor is so hazy from here.
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 10:28 PM UTC
We are the youth
Full of "f*cked up kids"
Up to "no good"
Trying to "f*ck with you"
We are the youth
That wants something new
"Live in this world
But have no clue?"
You try not to see
What we could be
If you would stop making us bleed
We fight for our lives
'Cause we're nothing to you
Just walk in my shoes
And see what you do
I'd rather be part of this youth
Than stuck in a loop
Of narcissistic views
"No one is safe with these kids on the loose
Trying to take the world from you"
Listen to us now
We are the youth
We are the youth
that won't be subdued
We fight for our lives
'Cause we're nothing to you
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 3:46 AM UTC
A woman was shot
in her own home.
A man could not breathe
and then he gave his last breath.
Do their lives mean nothing
due to their skin?
Or because the color blue
is the reason they're dead?
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC