~I smile as a kiss is planted on my cheek like a flower
is placed in the ground. ~Treated tenderly and with care, planted
so softly onto a space that was once abused. ~The grounds on this
Earth has been walked upon for so long. ~Like my heart that is
barely beating from being torn apart one too many times. ~No one
said it was by many people. No one said it was easy.~Care for it,
once you do, care for it always. ~I beg you, no more pain.~I
scream to you it hurts, but you keep ruining what once was a
beautiful sighting.
You're
like
a flip
switch,
always
on and
off.
MAKE
UP YOUR
MIND.
How much more time must pass before we meek finally inherit the
Earth? So many generations we've sacrificed waiting for our
oppressors to tire themselves of exercising every depravity upon
us that it seems we might be stupid after all. Must we grow teeth
and become as our enemies in order to end our suffering? Must we
adopt the ways of the ones whom we despise? If we became them, we
might escape our torture, but would we not also lose ourselves in
unbecoming? Once evicted from our hearts, dishonored peace would
lose its last refuge and disappear forever. It is our duty to
persist and survive no matter how vast the evil grows around us.
It is our privilege to take the blows without returning them in
order to cherish and protect within ourselves the glowing spark
of that most precious of ideas so it may have and keep at least
these humble homes.
Disregard everything I've written about love before
my last post. That was all some bs.
