
Things go so well,
So much praise,
Until I dwell,
And I’m sick for days.
Read More »Empty tin can in the street,
Steer clear of the car,
Broken and beat,
It could’ve gone far.
Read More »I’ve been abusing myself,
Inside my own head,
Kindness on the bookshelf,
Only slurs are being fed.
Read More »Another day trapped inside,
This year feels like a century,
Death visits as we try to hide,
Living in our penitentiary.
Read More »It’s so quiet for this time of year,
No first-footings from our families,
For those lost millions we shed a tear,
We question our own humanity.
Read More »The lights twinkle,
It’s all too overwhelming,
Everything is glitter and sprinkles,
The ice is melting.
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