My skin is empty

My mother once told me the world was my home

and that our people owned all

but not today

not now, where earth has lines of claim

and man has property to own

My mother cried when we left

forced from our open land

when the people, always called our people

were told to find their own land

And those with their imaginary lines

called us freaks and failures

My mother fell from her stars

and became the monster they called

and gave me her scars

and her broken heartbeats

and now I have empty skin

where my heritage once was

(via theanimalblog)

Just the way I want to be. :)

Still wanna go?

Cuz something here, in the way

In the way that we’re constantly moving

Reminds me of home..

Unsure is a damn’ed curse that haunts each soul to the last.

And here I stand a victim of it’s bloody tirade.

In line with the fighting masses.

Are there any spared?

Does any one feel that “ah, this is It.”?

So you’re taking these pills for to fill up your soul

And you’re drinking ‘em down, with cheap alcohol

And I’d be inclined to be yours for the taking

And part of this terrible mess that you’re making but me…

I’m the catalyst…

I am breathless, sightless

deafened and dumb

i shall leap forth unafraid,

and without thought or cause i shall

tumble into the chasm

and allow it to enfold me

here we are, breath to dragged breath

angled carelessly on this precipice

and all we need is just one step

and all will be lost

and all will be found

in just one joined breath

I have forgotten myself

so excited by your strangeness

by your casual stance

and blessed tongue

and in this moment

this haphazard cycle has already begun

tears will fall

for this, the most ancient of gifts

hands shall be raised

for hope, but not for this

hearts will wrench

but not for strength

and all will blame the God

for unobtained grace

for help that they themselves don’t give

for love that they themselves don’t offer

for a savior

while awash in their own behavior

you watch them starve

you watch them die

you watch them fall

you hear their mothers cry

and you blame a God you don’t believe in

because you don’t make the change

Tell this one you can’t help

Tell the mother

Tell the father

Tell the fourteen year old mother

of a two year old daughter…

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[I have no idea why I wrote this]

I love my family. :)