Break me open
My soul is wounded.
Broken down,
My life has drowned.
Open wide earth with your giant mouth,
I was given birth and I am in the deep south.
Choking, dieing, deep inside.
Choke me whole with all your pride.
Hurtful word, harmful scowl.
Traditions follow with a growl.
Break me down,
down deep in side.
I will drown,
Drown me with pride.
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1 comment:
i like this. its edgey for sure.
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