Like grass through cracked cement, We move through spaces called Difference and restriction. These lines in the sand, They divide the common land. My
You took the dusty glass from The mirrors that surround you To create the lens you used To obscure me from across an ocean. And when your gaze strips
Something to survive Decades of murder and maize remind My every night, I wrestle with the thought of their return. To what will we owe our next relocation
Downtown waiting around For no one in particular; Tickled by the grazing eyes of bachelorettes and passersby. You?ve been playing the part of The cultured
Watching from the sidelines, Dancing on the land mines, Exploding through the headlines: ?The new front is on the move.? Caught in the crosshairs of
We stretched our skins over the rims; Oh, how we beat ourselves to death. The sound decays, spread too thin to resonate. If we don?t fold the wrinkles
The things they celebrate, I tried to just escape In the wake ? THE WAKE Of old friend?s assimilations Followed by condemnation of me I sank so
Confronting the lessons you wish you?d learned, (A mistrust earned) Riding the wheels you feared would turn A mistrust earned, oh, a mistrust I earned
The pact they made, I don't remember signing my name, The fact remains I can hear them calling out to me? Won't you save your sons The social slavery