This smile no longer reaches my eyes
For it has become the perfect guise...
I’ve been to an island of thieves
Where my only pleasure was the passing breeze...
Extensive years
Is not nearly enough...
"It's not my fault you're feeling this way."
And it's not - but your coping mechanism...
It has to be me - the only anti-depressant -
grinding gratitude journals into routines...
For all those men
Who think they can tell women...
Look around
tell me what you see...
Everyone is in a race,
to find their place...
A white knee
Clamps down on a black neck...
Once there was a kind little boy,
Who grew to be adolescent...
Fire fighting my friends more protest no peace
Baby’s catching blue rubber bullets in their...
Waking in our offices;
sleeping in our workplaces...