the hippie (in chief) (imagine8peace) wrote in ink_blot_cafe,
the hippie (in chief)
imagine8peace
ink_blot_cafe

Victim and Sympathizer

Girl, I smell
your fear like rotten apples.

And your skin-deep concern
is dusted like talcum powder on your shoulders
and over your head. White, white.

I hear
the way you pronounce things.

Careful edges of words
like a cat on a tightrope.

Your shirt damns
genocide.

I taste
your good intention 
like lemon on a cut tongue.

And your belt
your buttons
your braids
spell out slogans you paid for,
girl.

I feel
your sympathy like spit in my eye.

Do something.


  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic
  • 0 comments