it's not,
I want to scream
till I am coughing blood.
please don't tell me
it's my body,
not when your using it to slaughter.
I have heard of genocide.
I wish we all could breathe it in,
the ashes of those murdered every day.
genocide is happening right now
across America,
a child, I guess, is not a race
it's to vague of a description.
fuck ..................
fuck you.
I am on the verge of tears.
I want it to rain,
right now
in my fucking house.
I wish my tears were red.
don't tell me about your body.
don't tell me I cannot understand.
don't scream for equality,
and tell me I know nothing.
I don't think I was planned.
I am glad to be alive,
that my breath is important to someone;
I wish I was fucking dead right now.
my heart is heavy,
and it wont leave my body,
I want it to go.
you want to control something,
control your vagina,
control your penis,
control your fucking actions.
you want to kill something,
kill yourself.
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ReplyDeletethank you for exhibiting passion.
ReplyDeletethank you for reminding me of mine.