He had demons in his eyes They soared in, across and around his pupils Clouding his vision They endeavoured to ruin his spirit
By Antoinette Russell3 years ago in Poets
Im tired. Tired of this never ending cyclical disaster I'm putting myself through. Day in. Day out. Same shit. Different toilet.
I love you a lot more than I should. Ive up’ed the dosage times three, only because you manage to cater to me, Myself and I.
And when everything is said and done. When the ducts can no longer form tears. When alcohol becomes ineffective. There is finally nothing more to rely on.
It’s all happening over here on the fence. The most loathed yet feared place in the world. The place where balance is appreciated, consideration is embraced and observation is key.
I am a person. A person that has feelings. My wellbeing is important alongside my self respect and dignity. Don’t use me to feed your fetish.
Black lives They try to destroy with words, guns and knives Diluting the cause Consistently putting us on pause They preach ‘all lives matter’
I’m not a warrior, I am a worrier Two ends of the spectrum But very easy to confuse. My mind is infected with negative thoughts.
Black. I love my black. My black is, all that you could ask for. And then some. What you require my black provides. Consistently.
By Antoinette Russell3 years ago in Humans