Friday, October 19, 2018

Patriarchy



Sometimes I wish I could cry as easy as you
On days when life is punching me in the face and gut
I stand there hitting back; ducking and tiring it out
There's little or no place that has been kept to scream
To let it all out of my chest
All that remains afloat is a heavy smile
Like the curse of ancestors you can't erase from your being

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