Sunday, May 10, 2009

this isn't personal, its only against the topic

I want this to be beautiful. 
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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