Cursin' like a sailor
It's okay, right, avail her
Commanding the ship so strongly
you thought you finally had it off me
bullets keep bouncing off me like a trampoline, except this one isn't so fun, you see?


As It hits a slow curve
you seemed to have the nerve 
to throw your whole crew overboard
just to save yourself first
the empire state of the south
never got to the party
left with the crumbs in the corner
and your dirty mouth, only clarty


Lips curled into a sly glance
Dreaming about your gothic romance
With a flip of your hair and the turn of your chin
Sulking away and grabbing your pen


Writing without any concern
Trying to tell me your words are just words
But words can be the worst type of pain
Burned into my brain like a red food color stain


Razerblades and Punk madness
colored hair with your tears of passion
brainwashed and bleached
compelled by your freedom of speech
tears so frequent, indecent, and cement
you're looking for my impeachment, what's your reason?


Knuckles hurt from punching pillows
rusting walls and weeping willows
Wanted so badly to be broken
so you tore out the stitches


called me coward 
but i'm not the one cranking out 
poems that have been soured


I live to empower.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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