They want me to break
As they lie in wait
They lay out their snares
They empty their freight.
But what they don’t know
Is I see them there
I’ve picked up their scent
Their intentions so bare!
I play right along
With their attempt to shame
No judgement from me
I expect foolish games!
From hurting people
Who want me to hurt
As they construct their portrayal
As they synthesize dirt.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I