I sing of Freedom

Scrubbed bare by the hands of a weeping slave

She prays to invisibility and agonizes

Under the sympathy of the sun

…..

I speak of America

Built on the blood of kids with guns

Little men with big lies; cries that

Lay hidden in liberty’s soil

…..

I chant of protest

Daisy chains and Peace

Rallies and hair down to your knees

.but.

She danced across enemy lines

Peace turns to violence as she

D r o p s

To the sand

…..

Who was she?

…..

I cry of anguish

Scream for the little girl who

Tumbles from her window because

She thought angels could fly

“Where. Are. My. Wings.”

She asks the saints who gently

Close her eyes.

Suicide. Is. A. Sin

And she’s delivered into

The womb of darkness.

…..

I scream for bitterness

For the boy who just wants

To be a ballet dancers

His father hits him

D a r i n g

Him to be a man

.and.

Everyday he sinks lower

“Father, I’m drowning…”

…..

I reminisce of teenage wastelands

Little. White. Rows.

Of

Fine. White. Powder

The way her pupils evaporated into

Empty beer cans of beer and

Vacant eyes

The torment she feels when the

Snakes disappear

…..

I whisper of fear

For fear is a piece of the monster

Clawing at your sides and

Eating you alive

Shhhhh

It might hear the screaming.