I'm here and I'm very much alive,
and so I'll strive,
but you know what else?
i'm gonna just live.

I will individually message you
So you'll understand
Why he's my oppressor

I just pray they understand

She brought me speckles of light in her hair
And she made highlighted the best aspects of my mind
Her name is Night and she keeps me awake and aware.
I just can't get enough of her, she's so quiet and kind.

I thought of her as pretty selfish to play with my head like this.
She blames it on my brain hoping I'll dismiss
The awful things she puts me through.
But I fall for it each time we lay.

She so gentle, but sometimes her touch is cold.
She makes her way under my clothes,
Distorted hours, her face is stone
But I welcome it

Her name is Night and she keeps her visits
But she'll leave me breathless when
Day scratches

I have hope that love will conquer.
This is not something I can just let go of.
Don't tell me to keep quiet
If You didn't watch your minority friends cry of fear
If you didn't break down because you suddenly felt scared
It's only a grain of hope, so I'll build a mountain.

I couldn't care less about your political party,
I care that you don't see another human as human,
I care you stand with someone who believes love can be directed by electric shocks to the head
I care that you support someone who openly took the KKKs support,
And the supporters burned down a POCs church.

I don't care what party you stand for,
But it worries me that you could possibly talk good of someone that
Is being tried for sexually assaulting women and children.
How could you want these actions to represent you?
Why do you want this to be more normalized in our society?
Why do you want religion to be restricted to just what you believe?

This is blind support built with a foundation of love for hate.

we are descending
into an era where we
can ever see the truth again.

we are immersing
in a pool of black ink
and cold sharp pain
all over again
blinding us.

we are serenely
killing ourselves
drowning inside with no oxygen
to breath, to take in

we are decelerating
and the illusions won't stop
the fear won't disappear
and death is
the sound we'll never hear.

The only progression that's been catapulted is hate
My eyes are as tired but my soul can't rest,
More than half of my country is represented by someone with beliefs from times more repressed
This is not what I want to be represented by.

My stomach is twisted and I need explanations.
This isn't love. This is fear. This solves nothing.
The air around me is too thick to breathe,
And I'm disgusted by this celebration around me.
You stand for someone who openly promotes violence.

This is not what I stand for.