JUICE DICTATORS
Drinking the juice of hypocrisy will only keep you more thirsty
They speak in groups declaring change amongst one another.Exposing colorful metal coins for overcoming addiction face to face calling each other sister and brother.We know not what blends in or what the mind hides. Genuinely over coming addiction is getting clean from inside.They rant an judge some stand behind sobriety certificates.Some go to the gatherings trying to understand how the darkness leaks running away from the sickness.The wounds from within grow into dried scars an they still can’t fix it.They are the juice dictators. Guidance from leaders once stuck out before can’t place labels on addicts that boomerang back an forth.Concrete based hunger for acceptance is a permanent appetite for more.I always say swim your own skin in the heart of honesty or drown in the hypocrite shore.
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Angela M streater
Hey everyone I’m Angela I love being creative writing is a big passion of mine.I’ve been wanting to be a writer since the second grade.Those adorable fur babes you see are my life bandit an cupcake.I love sushi an shows like the office.
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TRADITIONAL CUTS
They pray in solitude always taught the structured hand of the savior.Their humor is held back by the fear of their imperfections threw the judgement of the teachers that emotionally break them.Traditional cuts scars that stay stuck.They ones that claim to be prophets sweep the children’s tears under the rug.Screaming underneath the silence of hungry compassion.Cutting threw the toiled tears of sadness.Listen to the hope as the floor boards rattle emotional bruises never recover from a worn down wooden paddle.Karma will work its way into the false prophets.The evil bounded law bracelets will be their fate on the docket.Traditional cuts No more hunger no more swollen skin or broken blood.No matter how deep the scars the seeds of traditional cuts never lost faith in God’s love.
By Angela M streater3 years ago in Poets
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