Black Poetry : Vandalism...a work in progress...

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this is what I have so far...it just came to me...

"start"

When I look in the mirror
I see that I've been vandalized
A spray painted tear stained face
Barred---scarred
From the lies that I heard from you

You see, the windows to the soul inside my physical shell are broken
Because they keep leaking
Streaking, a mist of pain on my face


When I try to stand up straight
I feel that I've been vandalized
My ribs are bruised, nearly cracked
From the insatiable banging of my heart
She was trying to leave me, my own heart...she would rather leave because she couldn't take another heartbreak...

Another heartbreak may lead to a heart attack...of my own heart against me....

When I try to listen to the sweet song of silence
I hear yelling, screaching, pounding, NOISE...everything you ever told me was distorted truth...noise....


"end"
for now....what do you guys think???
 

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