A Crooked Bench Swing
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She sat in a crooked bench swing
with her feet off the ground
and her back against the world.
Just a small ray of sunlight
kissed her tainted superficial skin
covering the spirit beneath
that society failed to see.
She slipped a few feet down
closer to the bright green grass
she knew conquered the land
before bulldozers roamed over it.
She swung her feet a few times
to forget the hunger in her stomach
as those starving in other places
have been forgotten by luxury.
She let a tear steak down her face
to wash away memories of gunshots
and violence that claim the potential
of lives that could easily have been saved.
She allowed it to trinkle to the ground in wonder
as to how many more had to be buried beneath.
She laid on that crooked bench
hearing birds of all different origins and colors
welcoming the morning glory in harmonious song
despite the storm clouds lingering over their blue skies.
She sat up again with her eyes closed.
Afraid to open them to reality.
And find she is just lost and hopeless,
with no distinctions between to reach through.
She sat in a crooked bench swing
with her feet off the ground
And her back against the world.
Where today she'd said goodbye
to the ground just inches away
and the world that had denied her.