Burried

Sentenced and delivered. 

10 years to bury under one horizontal cut 

I wonder if I will miss that weight 

Giving a reason for my inaction 

Inability to hold responsibility 

Rising under my palm 

Stuck in between myself 

Loren.  

And soon they will be out of me

 Meeting my executioners for the first time 

Tinier than me

 bigger than my might  

Vampires or 

Soul sucking machines 

Curvy like a softball 

Rigid like a flesh debris 

10 years to bury under  1 hour induced sleep 

Could I remember my dreams before they turned into  delusions 

Loren. 

One line to close  on a plethora of invisible wounds 

Silent war crimes passed down in your bloodline  

Or unexplored research due to lack of funds 

Justified by unmet/unborn black crimes 

Your body bare open 

Your inside wide open 

The Future Unbalanced 

Everything you feel is uneven 

Everything we feel is undeserved 

Loren 

Act and scene to the theatre of my pain 

Cut open and cleaned 

On the  triangle a trim 

Eyes full of vim 

10 years to bury 

10 years to rise again 

Oh tomorrow, can you hurry ? 

I died a little bit everyday 

Shall I meet my maker ? 

Will  I be born again ? 

What if I ignore them? 

What if they had a grip on my uterus and refused to be detached.

What if they moved it there.

What if they colonies my inside the same way they colonised my mind