shadows that harden over time
A solid note on a old piano
pushed harder and more pronounced
Longer and slower
Deadlier and slower and repeated
You can’t escape your own destination in life
You can’t escape your own body
You own your societal malady
Like a trinket, a pair of jade earrings
Frustrating fruits
Inside of you growing more sure of your
Worth
Wombs that burst life
And I created two lives
Thank you God, for my endless hours of
Feeling Human
The blue face of earth cruelly delving
Into my curves
Reminding me of my womanhood
I am sorry
I am terribly wretched
My fruits are frustrated
Do I want to be the good man?
Do I have the guts
To listen to the deeply hungry, listless men
And travel with them, fearless on a great bright green road?
Yes I am that man
Yes I am that human
That person
Created in truth
A twisted
Fusion of grappling grapes with too much summer juice
Tapped out on the vine
Plucked by the wrong
Lover.
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