Poems by
i.a.
when mankind struggles 2 overcome the forces of violence it engages everyone 2 translate life’s fabrics of fragile relationships that arise from childhood choices affecting our adult lives. where u watch your morals & standards disappear & u hate what has become of us u bury it & don’t look back but u peek into a desert of shard mirrors & realize it was just a mere thought the shelves are bare of ethnic heritage & family blood that once reminded us of brotherhood, blueprints of ourselves the way we saw the world as black & white praying beads, reciting verses living in silence, lost in dreams, realizing that if u don’t stand up for yourself, u won’t stand up 2 anything we are thin-boned frames of unmarked stones in abandoned cemeteries rusty & decayed, grief-stricken, coming 2 terms that we are foreign sounds of now & then our way of life has already ended now things are settled with brass knuckles & insults & removing people from where they once belonged straining their fears under their broken silence they have become rooftop spectators amidst a blistering sun in the tournament of their lives.
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