𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐦'𝐬

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

My lips are zip-tied, stitched together
A crude excuse for silence
My voice, a rasp, still going unheard
Must I fight hate with violence?

I'm shaking in the palms of rage
Your bible's bleeding, page by page
You say you're reading
The words, you're eating

Vomiting up in merely days
A throne of lies, I kneel before you, knife tucked in my jaw
You kick me down and tell me, "pray"
Dissociating, lost

Your mortality, my mortality
The words you're saying find me
"Do what I say, and rot away, this book is law," you're lying

The cross you hold, it bears the body
Of a colored, Jewish youth
And yet you hold him down, he's sobbing
"Please tell them the truth"

You mold his words
You're sculpting hurt
You're making up a story
Your ideas must be gospel, your body is your glory