sink
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Blink.
Brink.
Sink.
We, the people, lose touch
Technology and sin are important
Glory of creation, not so much
Blinking, we reach the ledge
I use to like to swimSun shining down on meAnd there was always himHe had the key
But then he swam awayAnd left me out at seaThe ocean breeze then cameAnd set me free
When people told me being black was a form of inferiority
I wanted to hate white people,
I wanted to tear apart my own brown bones,
Spreading through the clatter of mismatched words,
And unclaimed, dusted culture,
Instead of chasing balls with friends
I was focusing on something else instead
In four months time
I would find
That dishes only what you can handle
It's rather scary for a 9 year old to go under the scalpel
To sink down below into the bathwater
is to be the word that no one says
out of fear of offending
and the book that someone picks up
but puts back down
after finding no summary
