pain

  • My son met a girl just like me.Its a thing they say.Like me, she has long dark hair,Intense brown eyes.Even our birthdays,just mere days apart.Our childhoods mirrored each other. We shared the same pain,Afflicted on us by those who were meant to protect us.Forced to grow up starving. Thinking hunger was in our nature.We know…

  • My back hurts.Hands are restless.Watching the people with their dead eyes.White picket fences.Pigs waiting to be slaughtered.Programmed by greed and ignorance.When will you see?We are bombing children!Billionaire men are fucking them!The water is poisoned.The air is thick.Stop driving.Stop working.Just STOP.I’m made to sit quiet.And bleed,And suffer,Hambre de alma.The tortured soul.Broken by those who were meant…