your tongue is like a gun,
shooting me down
whenever i stand up.every time i care to share an opinion,
every time i try to escape this prison,
every time i wish to make changes,
every time i want to expand my range,every single minute
i see and feel that barrel between my eyes.your words are the bullets
and i am your target.
YOU ARE READING
stigma [body limbs collection]
Poetryslowly, our fingers interlock with the key of our hearts. started: march 25, 2018 ended: march 25, 2018 ©OUTROSOFT