This child sits now before me
Moist eyes full of tears...
30 states of spectators
A cement border in between...
I have changed myself to basically become them.
Everything that they thought I should be...
We all sit at our desks
just listening like clones...
City torn apart by two gangs
buildings burned to the ground...
They say never lose your dream
Yet they always tell you what to do...
For years we hide in fear and shame,
Our own self loathing a prison and cage...
I am woman,
And I am child...
Living to take a risk
Dieing to experience soemthing knew...
I think the first time was when I was 10
Not even fully grown or mature...
Everyone will love at one point in their life
but not everyone will know if it is real...
The headache rips through his head
His eyes hurt and chest heavy...