Black Poetry : Immune

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  1. klabarron

    klabarron Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Hear another baby girl was stolen and killed today.....
    And I had to dig deep within my soul to be...... surprised?
    Cause I have, sadly, become immune to this ****.
    I find myself immune in this moment
    not even feeling the pain that once plagued me.
    I am immune to this ****? And I am no longer surprised?

    To young girls dying and distraught mothers crying.
    Cause this **** is happening wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy too often.
    And every news broadcast is a broad-cast
    of a shadowed darkness of the predatory heart.
    Babies dying, Mommas crying and I have gotten’
    used to this sickness so much so that
    after the veins of my beleaguered soul had been invaded
    by this acquired pain that i have become immune to feeling
    this pain and i look at my own girls and wonder if i can keep them safe.

    My tear ducts not longer produce the salty sanity of tear drops
    cried with those who mourn the deaths of loved ones
    and the ducts of my tears are as dry as the mountainous
    mounds of desert sand, windblown by strong winds
    and not even a mirage of an empathic tear swells within them.

    My heart has so been bled by the bleeding heart of those
    wounded by America’s newest disease
    as hellacious murderers kill off heavenly angels and
    social maggots feast on their carcasses
    numb to the fact the heart of America is turning from plum to prune
    and no room is left to love the little, lost ones.
    So we wait for the next headline; the next broadcast.

    My soul once drowned in shadows.
    Shadows of the little ones, once fluttered in my soul
    like butterflies on a field of daises and now
    the field is mowed low and the butterflies go
    to a far away land, dead to my springtime world
    as it spins of the axis of all that made the butterfly and field so beautiful
    being, young, carefree and American. Love.
    A shadowed winter has ore’shadowed my soul.

    Cause I have, sadly, become immune to this ****. I find myself immune in this moment not even feeling the pain that once plagued me.
    I am immune to this ****! This stealing, raping, killing ****!
    And I am no longer surprised!
     
  2. LiLi

    LiLi Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    isn't it amazing?? i feel the same and have to say no wonder our children seem so cold...to **** grown...

    i feel ya....
     
  3. wildflower7

    wildflower7 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    i hear this piece
    but i'm not immune...
    my heart breaks almost every time! -7:spinstar:
     
  4. LibertyLady

    LibertyLady Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    what can i say klabo...


    the struggle goes on.....


    but i feld this one .....
     
  5. klabarron

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    'tis painful!!!
     
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