Trapped 

I tend to let others overpower me without my intention to.

I’m going through a phrase I’m not sure what it is called but I’m unable to control it.

My avoidant level seems to get lower and lower as the temptation outweighs the control.

While my eyes sway left to right I move in a rapid motion.

This subject has a role of its own that I haven’t seemed to figure out.

As I try to hold back the urge gets to an immense power that seems to build up.

When I have little-left room to build I explode with everything that was built up.

I’m not aware of my actions. It’s more like my soul has left my body and is replaced with the “subject”.

I’m not sure where I’m at or if I’m even alive but everything seems a bit too real.

I have energy yet it’s something that’s forced upon me.

Through the cracks of my teeth, it lays red.

ANGER.

 

Focus on me 

Loves to give hugs

Only smiles

Never sad

Empowers everyone around her

Lives for others

You of all people should know

Affected

The air that we breathe

Isn’t the air that we breathe

Contaminated

With the lack of morals

That society believed in

Pass into oblivion

The day that it changes

Doesn’t say in our present time

Time keeps moving forward

Throwaway Bodies

The throwaway bodies of prostitutes

The throwaway bodies of sharecroppers

The throwaway bodies of domestic workers

Call them all “ The throwaway(s)”

How can we just forget about them?

As if they never existed

The photographs stare back at me as I stare back at them

The gaps in my history shown in a picture

Aid in remembering where I came from

History

The banging of the drums

The singing during the night

The dances to keep moving

I forgot

The speaking of my unique language

The unique foods that we eat

The unique blood that we have

I forgot

It has been mixed with

America