Make them Cry

Gut

hangs as low

like heads:

I’m in the tunnel

with no light in sight.

What sweet words do I have in my napsack?

corseted breasts,

heart all in pieces

dad’s dead & he is me.

I keep on rescuing leeches..

I can’t believe it, I really can’t believe it..

mental mountains

I’m forever climbing

strategizing

money

burying hatchets.

I work my own way.

I can care less for the industry,

but I want Aubrey to know

that some of us want peace.

Morals more strict thank Dubai

& a heart just as gold. I understand

soiling

but my fav poet said, baby don’t go givin up on love

my tears sworn an oath on that page, on that ink,

ya know, the heavy blink

cross my heart, promise my life to literature

what a fool

knee deep in the Quran

& all I see is hell.

it all kills me

I’d spare you my pain

with my death.

but I keep waking up..

agonizing