It’s not like
You’re gonna rise up singing
Cradle cap and rocking
Horse
Back and forth
Between hungry mother and child
She never was
Cooing in her Baby Face
Offering oysters of Truth
Walking off to the sentiment of freedom
It’s not like
They can read your mind
The carts coming up the aisle
Knocking boots, bruising elbows
Instead of widow pain
Hoist your self
Sales up
She rises
On the wind of internal gusts
Guts
Get
Out of my way
Until He comes
To remind us
Of the electric fence
Barbed wall of freedom
In which case
When do we go?
xo
Very powerful and asks the questions we can’t answer. Such injustice in this world, all man made.
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Thanks for reading and for understanding. Exactly.
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