All that I have...
is all that I lack.
I have given my all...
never calling it back.
The day leaves me blind,
leaves me vacant,
leaves me vulnerable
to the lies.
In the light
we seek and find,
like a vagrant...
a useless aspirant,
who simply lives long enough,
then
finally dies.
Who do we blame for the poor
decisions?
Who is responsible for our
derision?
So much
contempt within these
divisions,
Did I really need all that supervision?
I have borrowed nothing...
I can never pay them back.
I’ve chosen to remain
blind...
safe,
without accountability,
inside of black.
M Teresa Clayton
Brilliant, I love this, a lot!
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