matthew broxton Poems

I wish I could getaway,
just for a day,
not vacate the country,
but an aspect of myself.
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Feminism,
the two headed beast,
one you love,
the second you loathe.
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I am a fan,
I sit in the stands.
I'm sticking with you,
like gum to the bottom of a shoe.
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Lets build a home,
sleep under a leaky roof,
while hope resides in
dead end street.
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I open my eyes,
I open them again.
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Flowers in a garden,
Roses and their thorns,
seeds were sewn,
and now they're in blessed bloom.
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I can hear a clock ticking,
a bell striking,
battery's running low.
My eyes are blurred
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I thought I could help,
do some good,
well someone should.
Bandage up the bloodied,
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A child,
wrapped in blanket,
for his fever,
a band aid for a knock.
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Paint me a picture,
of what this is meant to be,
a land of hope
and opportunity.
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