Blue Blood

by mossgirl19   Aug 15, 2017

Kings rode their chariots-
I don't have one.

I walk barefooted
In cornhusks
And worry not
Of mud in knee length.

They call you a blue blood.

But I call you a dreamer
With a vulnerability.

I trust that in the eyes of nature
The both of us
Are only species
A little higher than apes.

Poets are rather eloquent
But not even divine hands
Can ever weave us into equality.


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  • 1 year ago

    by CJ Maleney

    It's true will we never be equal.
    Things just aren't meant to be.
    Some born to claw and dig in the mud,
    And some to fish upon violent seas.

    They sit there in their finery,
    Eyes forever looking down,
    But lift your head and strengthen up,
    For they're the one who look like clowns.

    They may trace their accessory for centuries
    And they may have a blue tinge in blood,
    But it's the like you and I who turn this world,
    With our veins just full of mud.

    So so loved your words


  • 1 year ago

    by Michael

    What a lovely piece Miss M, along with wonderful imagery

    well done

    Michael :)

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