*untitled for rit now*

My teacher said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
About how our studies have affected you---
Then, it will be true.

The cries are in the wind
The blood is in the soil
And I wonder if what I feel is really pain
I wonder if the tears I cry are expressions of genuine sadness
If my heart and mind really knows what it’s like to be hurt
Visions of the masses trying to climb the slippery walls of despair
Reaching for that closing window of opportunity
Gasping for air
All the while drowning
In despair
In betrayal
In pain
In the blood of their loved ones

Collapsed in their last positions
With a twinkle still in their eye from that tear that never fell
A glassy gaze still searching for an explanation
As their children
Now orphans
Stand behind the bars of the imprisonment of hope
Waiting for a return that will never come
Not knowing that they will be next
Make me wonder if I deserve the life I live?
Am I worthy of the air I breathe?
Do I have the right to say I’ve been done wrong?
Who am I to say that I feel pain?
Because I curse the wind
Saying it makes me cold
When the wind carries their cries
And I never stop to listen
As the needless tears I cry reach the ground
They mix with the blood
That waters their spirits that live through the flowers
The flowers that I curse because they make me sneeze


As I submerse myself in my sleep
I wonder if I deserve to live the life I live
As I see visions of people drowning
In despair
In betrayal
In pain
In the blood of their loved ones

Good Night. Sweet Dreams