"deportation" poems
I just want to ask one question
Is the human race obeying the mathematical rule called BODMAS?
Just a refresher...
Brackets, Orders, Division, Multiplication, Addition and Subtraction
We have created different brackets
where we enclose people like casket
He's black, she's white, they are rich,
those are poor, she's educated, he's religious, he's fat, she's slim... Brackets
People are treated differently
Based on the class that we've put them in
Some are raised to power like exponents
Others are trapped in like square roots...Orders
The segregation has only intensified our division
I don't fit in here, I belong over there
My group is stronger, those ones are losers... Division
Disunity and absence of love has caused
A multiplication of our problems
Threats, deportation, persecution
We don't like them, we'll bomb them
War, insurgency, terrorism, hate speech... Just problems Multiplication
Every second, our population is experiencing several additions
Our population keeps growing while
Our natural resources are being exploited
And depleting at a rate faster than our population growth
Our resources are experiencing severe subtractions
I just want to ask one more time...
Aren't we obeying BODMAS?
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
Permission to speak, I am the ally of the silenced and unheard.
I am the noise you can't shake.
Two sharp points like the accents I carry on my tongue.
I slither and squirm as I observe what they have done to you.
It's a tragedy what they think of you and how arrogantly they use you for self proclaimed prophecies.
No! I am not that! I yell loudly, but only the echo replies.
Incarceration, deportation, degradation, gentrification some of the words that burn as I spit them out.
False ideologies are accepted as realities ignoring the facts.
I am not illegal and you don't have the right to label or decide.
I am not a criminal, never was.
Don't obstruct my academic path, I will jump each and every obstacle one by one.
I was born free, you labeled and shackled me with lies and hatred but I broke loose.
With my forked tongue I battle your double sided knife.
I am not content with the destructive pattern that has emerged with your avarice.
I will not **** for you and I will not die in vain.
My snake like tongue has no mercy and will not cease until I see dignity and peace obtained.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
Ever had the feeling of being trapped in a glass box
with the air slowly running out, with every breath?
In sun, rain, snow and storm, the box gets dark or warm
but what you can do always remains the same.
Have you just simply wanted to walk away or break free?
To travel the world taming Lion cubs and petting great white sharks?
To wake up to a sunrise in a Dutch farm and watch it set over the Mediterranean sea?
To teach children in Thailand or India?
To salsa on the streets of Mexico or be blinded by the lights in Dubai?
Have you ever wanted to be border-less?
To not be punished for being born in a country
where the sun is hot and people are poor?
Have you ever just wanted to work, get a place, pay taxes,
and not ignore the growling of your stomach
so your 5 pound takeaway stretches over 3 days
postponing the date to buy the next food stock?
Have you ever wanted to check your bank account
without having your fingers crossed, because
even though you know the exact balance
you hope by some miracle it will be more?
Have you prayed for immigration to back the hell off
leaving you to make a living without risking deportation?
Have you ever got tired of playing by the rules when
the Albanian Mafia and Walmart
makes more money per hour than what you'd make in a lifetime, or two?
With heart aches and emotional games, and
attending Sunday mass becoming more of a cliché,
with rejection and doors closed,
at the cost of owning a brown passport,
with your head spinning and back against the wall,
have you wondered what life wants from you at all?
To all the women being trafficked for ***
and the children slaving away spinning Persian carpets,
tonight it's too cold to snow outside my glass box.
Inside, it's too sad to cry...
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
Crúzate conmigo wey and let me dream
No liase que seamos undocuqueer
Al cabo que el amor no ocupa visas
Firma con tus labios el contrato de mi piel
March next to me
Aquí no vale el papel
Propose to me at a demonstration
Kiss me and retaliate at this ******* system of subordination
Baby we are fighting for love
(and against deportation)
No pardon needed here for being fierce
The only paper I need right now is the one embracing this ink
I also need you here
No human is illegal
And love is undocuqueer.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
Conduct Unbecoming,
False Poet
Traveling thru the Heart of Love,
like a Worm.
Bring in the Court Martial
Commuter Judge has an Appointing
Stance for Freedom
Held By One
Promised to Protect
Slovenly Surveillance
Given without Permission
An Election Year BONUS
made for Royalty..
Get ready for Deportation
1) 1 Soldier
2) 3 Minister
3) 4 banker
4) 2 doctor wannabes
and a Part Dove in a Pear Tree...
Who wants "Orange and Black" ?
After all
Even Mind Deserve Freedom of Choice
Soldier
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
this is my letter to president Obama
you've taken everything I care about
I find myself within a void hopelessness
you promised change and supported it
but this isn't what I thought it would be
since 2008 you started implementing mass deportation
And I can't understand why
my people don't ask for much
my people just wanna eat and survive
we have committed no crime, so why do you put us in cages like animals
I'm growing up in a age where Hispanic kids are learning to hate their government and their country
you see this is my home
we all have so much to offer if we were given a chance
please stop this
please bring my mom back
bring my uncle back
and the neighbors
and every person who've you taken that's left a family behind
all you are doing is creating hate and broken families
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
Many years past by to get to this new age
Now there are so many new ways
What is wrong with the old ways
They call it evaluation
There needs to be a revolution
I am afraid of this new nation
People of gratification
The new age of ligation
summation
starvation
So much talk of deportation
And of emigration
No legalization
This is
The new age , The new way
The new age of the politician
The new way of their deception
No reputation
No consideration
All about their affiliation
The new age, The new way
Of all corporation's
All about their accumulation (of money)
Their conglomeration
Jobs of elimination
Exportation
The new age, The new way
Still so much discrimination
No equalization
Young life's - unjust- evaporation
with no justification
The new age, The new way
The world without conservation
Global warming no talks of stabilization
Over populating
The new age , The new way
to our own
Proliferation
!!
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
(Happy 150th, Canada!)
Canada Day - Just One?
With love from an ‘umble Yank
But every day is Canada Day!
The afternoon plane lands in Halifax
When the hatch is popped, cool air rushes in
Even the fog is happy in Canada
The Muskogee never made landfall here
And so we pilgrimage for her, complete
Her voyage from ’42 to Canada
Wolfville, Grand Pre’, Le Grande Derangement
The Deportation Cross and beer cans
Well, God forgive the Redcoats anyway
Newfoundland
Is a bold
Anapest
The church spires in a line, the light is green
The bold young captain shoots the narrows wild
Can you find your way to your painted house?
To walk again the cobbles of Ferryland
And smell the very blue of the Atlantic
The sea-blown wind is cold in Canada
Blue Puttees and a mourning Caribou
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord
Good children sing “We love thee, Newfoundland”
Quebec – royal city of New France
May Le Bon Dieu bless the Plains of Abraham,
And may God bless
The signs an English driver cannot read
The Coca-Cola streets of Niagara Falls
Yanks laugh at made-in-China Mountie mugs
And buy them, happy to be in Canada
A cup of Toujours Frais from – well, that place
But to us in your southern provinces
Below Niagara, Tim too is Canada
Though Canada goes on, these scribbles must not -
Your grateful guest wishes only to say
That every happy day is Canada Day!
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
Americans ... Is it just Americans you're talking
about here Trump? ...
those chosen,
those special people,
those singular red-blooded people,
because I'm a little confused here
as you didn't seem to consider Syrian
refugees as bleeding the same red blood
even when it flowed so freely for them over
there in their pitiless homeland,
& Hispanic immigrants,
they bled red too,
or being rapists & murderers
was it a tainted red?
& black folks?
was their blood red?
from reading your White Supremacist
re-tweets I figured darker skinned Americans
had some innate handicaps or un-American
tendencies & thus their blood was a might
different to us white folks,
& Muslims?
do they bleed red too?
or is it a special breed of red,
an Islamic red?
a special sort of red that favors
deportation as says Brietbart news
or that forbids them entry as per your
unforgivable attempt at en-masse criminalization.
There was no bleeding of the same red blood
as you appealed to the lowest denominator in
white folk bigotry during your successful rise
to top of the heap in Republican vengefulness,
bitterness & just plain Supremacist American
red blooded horror was there?
No, there wasn't.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC
She had deep deportation eyes
Raven's feather hair
Skin as sweet as molasses
And of the same color there
Her name was never Lita
At least no two times the same
She wore the same old pair of sandals
Learning fast how to play the game
She would let you so close
But never there within
Her body was her refuge
A faultless heart so full of sin
She never took what was not belonging
The world owed her a lot
If she broke the piggy bank
It was all that she had got
In the blackness of the white room
Full of pressed rats and warthogs
She said it was their damnation
A Titanic corting through the fog
The winter came early that season
She felt the heat of I.C.E.
Her skates were best blade thin
Not thick enough for her own device
She had deep deportation eyes
The last time I saw her around
I don't see her at all now
Thinking that makes me frown
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC
You have your demagogic president-elect,
Dreaming in shades of Mussolini
And will sit in his downtown skyscraper and laugh that all the populists
Were not in on the joke,
And thus could not be in on the punchline.
The progressives hotboxed the shower the night we handed the country to Trump.
Pennsylvania, the center of the cataclysm.
The vortex has opened and engulfed all the steel,
All of the illegal immigrants have been scooped up and swallowed,
Reproductive rights will be voided in a stacked Supreme Court validating the opinions of white male legislators.
Tensions twisting to contort and ignore the onset realization
That all progress is halted to return the country to the era of segregation,
Deportation Gestapo formed with the lone intent to displace the children of those who dared to dream of a brighter life.
America, look what you've done and face yourself with your objections.
Look dead in your eyes and see all the minorities, tears in the diaries of closeted teenagers,
And the judicial dread of the gentleman who only wants to live comfortably with his husband.
You've made stepping stones of the counterculture, all crying in dorm rooms or next to their gardens,
All together in sorrow.
Underground America has been sold out,
We're a social experiment for what can happen when sulfuric acid is poured upon the voiceless.
The silent majority has shut us up.
We've been yelling to change history and now are tracking back.
Bigotry is back in style and I'm terrified.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
America is a High School campus. In time it WILL find a way to grow-
Prestige and abomination CREATION and destruction Religion and Science-
Consumed with theory contained in a concept called SIN not allowing the Sun to shine! and in a Cosmos BEing SOUGHT AFTER
I drink a glass a aqua and think... America is a High School campus, a butter sweet taste-corn fed *** and a weekend soundtrack named PC
Pop cultures now into MADNESS = about running the streets into awareness of civil disobedience- CORRUPTS from the inside out through the preachers in the disguise of FREEDOM.
America is a High School campus with long hallways nursing stations and dysfunctional movie pricing. America is a High School campus with a deportation device fetish disorder. America is a High School campus controlled by LIES and TRUTH CONSPIRACY
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
Jose Escobar, 31
Deported: 2 March, from Houston, Texas
Jose Escobar, from El Salvador,
has a son, Walter, & a wife
Rose Marie Ascencio-Escobar,
a U.S. citizen,
now home alone
in South Houston,
Jose Escobar moved to the US legally
from El Salvador with his mother
when he was 15,
and both qualified
for protected status.
His mother erred in filing
renewal paperwork when he
was still a teenager,
his protected status lapsed.
Mr Escobar spent years trying to
sort out his status and received
a stay of deportation
from a judge in 2012.
But with Trump
the deportation process
started up again
& he was detained
at his check-in with Ice
& flown to San Salvador.
His family is devastated.
"I'm begging President Donald Trump to look
into my case and see if my husband is really
destroying America,"
his wife told reporters.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC
To impeach or not to impeach: that is the question
To bar myself against his merciless beliefs
Or to deal with a worse evil by the name of Pence
His speeches of deportation and his turning of the laws
With his tiny hands and orange face is deplorable, despicable!
The destruction by the racist himself to LGBT+’s civil rights
Has wrought havoc for the transgendered, has instilled fear into us
To impeach or to keep
Pence, a sidekick, a partner in crime to the man in question, a worse evil
Hatred of us, boiling beneath his republican skin
Conversion therapy becoming an option, scarring and scaring the youths
Homophobia on the rise after the biggest triumph for us
Laws passed in June of 2015 no longer holding meaning
This man spreading his opinions to the new generations
To keep Mr. Trump would save us from a meaner man
But what would save us from the man who helped make America racist again?
There’s misogyny, bigotry, and racism filling the office
Violence, arrogance and white supremacy filling our country
Supported by Russia, the KKK, and racist republicans
Trump has taken this land into violence, fear, and hatred of one another
He has made public shaming against those with disabilities appropriate
And his voters have accepted this America as a great one
People are beginning to revert back to their prior nativism views
But to us Pence is a worse evil
Threats, pain, and fear still running deep within our communities
Shootings, violence, and property damage are just to name a few
Running rampant in our communities, egged on by this Vice President
Though Lord Voldemort may be terrible
Behind him is a line of Red Racist Bigots to replace him
Due to this, the Evil Man will have to be kept
And impeaching cannot take place
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
Canada Day? Just One?
With love from an ‘umble Yank
But every day is Canada Day!
The afternoon plane lands in Halifax
When the hatch is popped, cool air rushes in
Even the fog is happy in Canada
The Muskogee 1 never made landfall here
And so we pilgrimage for her, completing
Her voyage from ’42 to Canada
Wolfville, Grand Pre’, Le Grande Derangement
The Deportation Cross and beer cans
Well, God forgive the Redcoats anyway
Newfoundland
Is a bold
Anapest
The church spires in a line, the light is green
The bold young captain shoots the narrows wild
Can you find your way to your painted house?
To walk again the cobbles of Ferryland
And smell the very blue of the Atlantic
The sea-blown wind is cold in Canada
Blue Puttees and a mourning Caribou
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord
Good children sing “We love thee, Newfoundland”
Quebec – royal city of New France
May Le Bon Dieu bless the Plains of Abraham,
And may God bless
The signs an English driver cannot read
The Coca-Cola streets of Niagara Falls
Yanks laugh at made-in-China Mountie mugs
And buy them, happy to be in Canada
A cup of Toujours Frais from – well, that place
But to us in your southern provinces
Below Niagara, Tim too is Canada
Though Canada goes on, these scribbles must not –
Your grateful guest wishes only to say
That every happy day is Canada Day!
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
He appeared on 60 Minutes
But did they get it right
When he said the demonstrators
Had no reason to have fright
When asked about his tweeting
In the middle of the night
He said he would more or less
Be a presence on that sight
He appeared on 60 Minutes
With his hair in perfect place
Answering their questions
While trying to make a case
For deporting immigrants
By the millions he would chase
To the deportation centers
That had sufficient space
He appeared on 60 Minutes
And was asked Roe vs Wade
Which he said was already law
Women need not be afraid
But he’d appoint Supreme Court Judges
Who would throw some shade
On that abortion law
That then the states would have to save
He appeard on 60 Minutes
With his wife and family in tow
To inform their TV viewers
How far they all would go
To support their patriarch
Charged with running the show
They would have no formal role
Which the people had to know
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)
I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
against misinterpreted faux attempt
to describe, how whet
d'ya column re: immigration officials coe vet
patrol, police, and poison tranquil casa blanca
where killer attack dogs fiendishly pin set
ting sharp fangs at jugular vein of respectful,
dutiful, and blissful (or at least
prior to being sniffed out) innocent
long time laborer on American soil now get
ting Das Boot to their unfamiliar Motherland
(despite living social
as law abiding righteous folks) fret
full, cuz unfairly punished, and
cruelly deported, dispirited, doomed
pained visage non verbally articulates
at un war rented deportation you bet!
with just a flick of the wrist
and alien hated, pigheaded,
and xenophobic ventriloquist
bring back the Alien and Sedition Acts
with a Trumpeting Latina, Hispanic,
and for good measure Mulatto twist,
where original writ (signed into law
by President John Adams in 1798),
historical footnote, aye cannot resist
spooking (like a ghost), those *** pill
born south of the border pooped and ******
in potties of this proud country, sans free and brave
now frightfully get flushed out
glad to feign dis guise
as one among select Geronimo cadre
we henchman lubricate
wheels of injustice myst
tuff hie hiding dark shadows
(along the edge of night)
thence paddy wagon comes
to screeching halt nabbing
an "illegal alien" name on hit list
code word "bag dad" (biggest quarry)
and score a win
for Barren Trump Tah Mahal Incorporated
impossible mission special ops sentry slithers as trained
fearless to shackle ******* ranked big hest
catch also including ***** prize,
as you correctly guessed.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
When hardened hearts ignore the plaintive tears
Of those who are invisible yet present,
They disregard the strugglers' hopes and fears
And make a situation more unpleasant.
Many suffer hazardous conditions
And work that earns a pittance but still brings
A lifestyle that won't **** their true ambitions.
How dare we think that they all live like kings!
Imagine living daily with the terror
Or harsh presentiment--with stress and pain--
Of knowing that despite abuse or error,
Your hands are tied, for you cannot complain.
Your life becomes a sad catch-22.
To keep on going is all that you can do.
Imagine fleeing poverty and war
And frightful acts of cruel persecution.
Your life at least is better than before,
But you await a permanent solution.
Your kids are now American at heart,
But jobs and college cause much consternation.
You work two jobs; you try to do your part;
Yet there's the constant threat of deportation.
When people turn their heads and look away,
A blaze of cruel injustice wildly rages.
The ones affected most can have no say
In how to fix what's NOT worked well for ages.
Solutions lacking heart are cold and numbing
And demonstrate how ugly we're becoming.
- by Bob B (2-23-17)
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
Don't spell the deportation.
Mind seems split-
with a maddening feel.
Do you see what I see-
the invisible lines on
my hand, piercing your heart?
Do you hear, what I
hear- the Hum, which has
made you go crazy?
Dying to unspeak, you
hide between the leaves.The
borrowers come like Crab fish,
ugly and demanding.River
bed was drying up.
Black sticks, things not
required- get piling up.In
wheelchair, you push
a crying doll.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
Power is indeed a corruptive force,
Through all of mankind’s history
This has always been true.
Emperors, Kings, Potentates,
Popes, Presidents and Despots too.
Gathering near the Throne are the
Eager Courtier leeches reaching to
touch the anointed one’s robe.
Declaring their undying loyalty,
In the process selling their souls.
Their rewards, a speck of personal
power, Castles and more riches of gold.
Like their Master, the entitled ones
will lie and cheat, while ignoring
The principals of right and good.
Believing “Decency” is but a poor
man’s word, never uttered within
the hearing of their Ruler.
Truth never a considered artifact of
his desired absolute corrupt power.
To the Ruler the slaves, serfs, the
little common people matter not,
but to serve him and his enablers.
He and his power elite will start
needless wars, or offer up sacrificial
lambs, for deportation all to distract
the unrest of the little people.
They will suppress human rights,
free speech and defame, banish
or imprison their detractors, ignore
our laws and our constitution, tread
on our flag and urinate on our history.
Their smiles and lies are all merely smoke
and mirrors to conceal, their controlling
agendas of limitless personal greed.
Telling us it's all for our own good and
will make our lives and nation great again.
From ancient times down to today this
egomaniacal cycle and agenda repeats.
Kingdoms and Nations have perished
From this kind of poisonous corruption.
Needless to say, it will happen again.
It seems that it already is.
Unless this poem is too obtuse, We all
must endeavor to change our history
to come. Stand up and speak out,
march in the streets, if we must,
defiantly stand our ground!
This is our nations new Ides of March.
It seems we now have our own Julius
Caesar, may he go the way of the other.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 10:14 PM UTC
Uncertain loneliness pain dresses and appeared that day.
No messages arrive early as every Saturday was.
And after work that night, no one expects him.
That unmistakable Hello! No longer will return to hear.
He comes from away looking work and welfare and, in return found a strange feeling, that changed his life forever.
It's invisible the mark on the passport of an unknown country.
The city is same but definitely different as when he arrived. It is impossible to name, perhaps. The wind is still blowing cold and the trees are without leaves-.
That day -that city- watched him walk away without a word.
Even the sweet kiss that woke up a different morning do not accompany him.
The nights and days caressed unknowingly be forgotten and no one will undress him tenderly.
And indeed, it is uncertain whether leaves or dies.
In the distance, the voice of a judge revokes that forgiveness for deportation.
Maybe someday meet again or maybe the oblivion take them by surprise. But in the city, no one knows whether dusk or dawn, but he never sees them again.
And the lonely city, remain behind expecting that someday others dare
to enter and stay forever.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
A new Pope
A new hope
Farewell to Pope Francis
Who did a wonderful job as a great clergy
As we know, age believes in no dynasty
We come and we go like a kiss
New blood is needed from time to time
And of course, that’s natural; that’s not a crime
Novum papam habemus
Novum spem habemus
We have a new hope
We have a new Pope
A new Leader for the Catholic Church
The search is over, no more search
For a few decades, since no man or woman is eternal
The recent Popes have been friendly, humble and truthful
We expect the Pontiff to be better than the previous one
(No laughing matter) Who is sitting in Heaven
Filing and signing his proper documents
Where countless Angels are singing under the divine tents
The world is right now deep in a messy situation:
Lies, crimes, corruption, deportation and discrimination
For crying out loud, this is to say the least
However, the entire world wants peace, peace and peace
We want all nightmares to end: injustice, wars and poverty
Novum spem habemus
Novum papam habemus
We have a new hope
We have a new pope
May God bless the new Pontiff, Mother Nature and Humanity!
Copyright © May 8, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 2:56 AM UTC
I hear a whisper calling my name...
Am I any connection to that of my flesh?
I feel a something brush me
Am I just a result of a feverish mess?
No, I see nothing but field and fireflies
no one is here
but me the bugs and the stars
and I can't help but laugh
while you **** your way to deportation
I **** the world for freedom
and drink the nectar from it's crevasses
some are stuck curled in fetal positions
til the mission is clear
This isnt our perm- state
We are the example of change
the fire in the distance, the drum beat, the discourse and disarray
the smile growing on a pouty face
Grabbing life by its antlers
I scream
"Thank you universe, thank you
for I am finally let lose from my cage!"
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
Deportation:
It is something to be cautious about
Deportation is like someone taking a body part away from you
It can take away the people you love and care about
We should share the connections we have like when you do connect the dots it can lead you to something bigger which is you
We may be different but we are all humans
People fear that they will never see their families ever again
Immigrant who live in the USA see their families from your home country til they have permission to go to there countries and that could take years
Some even seek revenge like they try to see each other like escaping, but others try to have faith hoping to see their families again
Robert F. Kennedy once said, “...Neither race nor place of birth should affect their chances.”
Take the concept of the wall and destroy it all
Immigrant from other places may be different but we are the same and equal like an equation
The USA is a part of the world and Mexico is a country and you add them it will a whole
I should know
My parents came from El Salvador to the USA and they had me and my sis,
But my uncle got deported and she cries every day but he will come back soon I know this because we have faith
Soon the rest of my family will come and never leave
Every day I pray
So that my parents won’t leave
Because there I would have no one to stay with
Deportation:
Something that can break us down but we will get back up
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
days and nights of bad days and nights
bad days without number
bad days without destiny
one thousand two hundred and sixty days
of bad days
you were in all those bad days
an unnecessary sadness
that consumed me and consumed me
until i was nothing
until i was no one
a leather skin
on a clearance rack
before deportation
everyday i wait for the two witnesses to come
everyday i ask myself how can i unhate myself
when accepting is not an option wisest to pursue
when every day i wait for the two witnesses to come
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC