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I want to live past the age of 29
Yet it might be excepted that I'll die.
Along with my friends in this war
With our fellow antifa in our core.
I didn't worry till I got called a faggot
I didn't worry till I was almost treated like a maggot.
So as my loved ones as well
In this world we call a cold hard shell.
See it to believe it
It will give your brain a big hit.
Comatose overdose, big smile wide
Capitalism in age will give you fake pride.
Yet it might be excepted that I'll die.
Along with my friends in this war
With our fellow antifa in our core.
I didn't worry till I got called a faggot
I didn't worry till I was almost treated like a maggot.
So as my loved ones as well
In this world we call a cold hard shell.
See it to believe it
It will give your brain a big hit.
Comatose overdose, big smile wide
Capitalism in age will give you fake pride.
Literature
Feel it
I have given every sacrifice bled, lost freedom, became a monster just to protect you
Used every skill in human condition which we both know I qualify as an expert. Staying in captivity top three fears of life ( number 1. Become a sandwich number 2. Spiders and number 3. Held captive for any reason if escape was possible!
I laid in a drug haze in the prettiest cage with the key in my hand
My mentor saying hold on the cages break all of them even if you lose the key.
One reason for all this
To prove my love for you is existential everlasting not able to lose not even if you accidentally smothered me to death!
So fuck you I won't die just
Literature
My Quiet Home
I find comfort in silence
Hope in the unknown
I love the feeling of stillness
The feeling of being alone
That's where I feel most at home
Because even when I'm around people
They still feel like they are miles away
Then the distance is all around me
But here I can be what I truly am
I can let my smile sink
And let my heart feel
This is my quiet home
A place no one else has known
Literature
Understanding
I always said
that you had to show-
not tell me.
Because sometimes,
I don't understand.
Like when you met her,
You told me you fell in love.
I had to ask why
because sometimes
I don't understand.
But then you showed me:
i. How her smile makes knees tremble
ii. How her humour makes you laugh
iii. How her eyes pull you in
Then, I understood.
Now I'm one step closer
to being able to write
about somebody you love
with justice.
Making the words into a being.
Rather than a snippet of a Sunday morning
drabbling with no purpose, story or life
other than being something
which you sell on to make
money before the ink is even
dry.
It discusses the insight of privilege, capitalism, and the ongoing struggles America is going through right now.
Warning: Homophobic slur is mentioned in the middle of the poem.
Warning: Homophobic slur is mentioned in the middle of the poem.
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