I can't tell if there is suffering,
I can't keep the dates and records
I'm scared mama can
you sing me to be healthy,
it hurts mama. The chapter,
you sang to me when I cried of violence
mama you pointed me aimlessly.
When did the Earth not dance with life
you did it your plotting
it made you laugh this jest.
I saw her mama. She
was in the tall grass field
at night. How many long years
will it be til she comes back,
she's lonely. She said she sees my pity
she said to call a truce.
But not in my mind. But today,
She wants to be herself,
because no one can tell out history.
Not ever. She said she could see generation
one after the other camping,
she doesn't know what country
mama, she's scaring me. These
grasses hide her face. She tells me about
the children. She said she washed
but she said she tastes
the memories
of me. Can she hear my thoughts?
Mama is it just me? Yes.
Did you leave the footnotes?
I want to remember my history
did she do husbandry?
Is it the date?
She just got paid,
now she sees her guilt
yet her heart just keeps on going,
can't she read the headline?
What she did? It's all
there, what she did to me in doses.
You can still hear my scream if you try.
Yeah, this one is really one of my darker ones. Thanks for reading!
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Is it the date? She just got paid, now she sees her guilt yet her heart just keeps on going, realities of life, , , , , it depicts pain and sorrow and a cry deep from the heart. thank u dear poetess. tony