in the ruins of the
displaced
layers of our bodies away until we’re hollow.
of what once was and what wasn’t.
Its
flood
a
void
We’re floating here, in the ruins of the displaced.
repression
they
a terrain not of our choosing but we’re
peel
We can’t breathe here in the ruins of the displaced.
fill our lungs like smoke.
The clouds of our
and in-action
With no
Walking on the edge of this deadly
Measuring every step, every breath
ed here,
our eyes
our hands
our feet
What happens if I
We are floating here in the ruins of a lost battle
Trapped between the
action
resistance
We’ve given ourselves up to the hands of our destiny
With no
care
cliff
A radioactive puddle of all sorrows.
Port Hope, no hope
An endless, useless search
Port Hope
gauze
subtract
We are floating here in
We can’t breathe here in the ruins of the displaced
wrapped around
With
Will I keep floating? or will I drown?
you from me?
and i'm just 2 in 200 eyes.
Why does it feel like i'm to blame?
Maybe we should start with Black existence as just that. Existence. because i cant breathe underwater but i was born in a flood.
and i'm just 2 in 200 eyes.
Why does it feel like i'm to blame?
Maybe we should start with Black existence as just that. Existence. because i cant breathe underwater but i was born in a flood.