Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Do you feel the pain when I speak,
are the Posts just a read?
Are you able to know of horror and say nothing?
Time after time I have spoken in signs,
the questions are poised and I am making some noise,
I live everyday in hope that I'll say.
Do you ever stop to ask yourself,
maybe I should do something,
like hold out a hand that won't hit back,
show a face that has a smile without a motive that's black?
Does what I say just fall to die?
These words I pour, the fear, the horror, the dreams, even the positive theme's, I am laughed at no matter the door.
I was born, I am a Human Being, I am Alive, I am not an It, I am not a Thing, I am Life and I am hurting.
Will this make you happy? Will this bring you joy? Will this make you laugh? Will this be that much more than the evening read or the morning chore?