Courtious, flaunting, oppression
Lauched by the terrorists of the daytime,
Living in their sun-drenched worlds
only from day to day
Can we really control the skimpiness
of their swimsuits and
fad diets.
Live it up!!!
Oppression will come for you;
YOU bring it on yourself.
Hurting only on the outside.
Fearing the loss of your precious
cars, couches, fluffy cats, and your
duvee.
Justice for the weak
Who cannot control themselves.
Who cannot defend themselves.
Leave it alone.
I am not the blisters on my arm,
the scars on my stomach or legs.
I am not my sandals.
I am not my cord jacket.
I am not my dirty hair.
I am not my skinless fingertips.
How do you perceive this?
Shock maybe?
Regret?
How do I perceive this?
(Laughter)
Of course.
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