Ivy
She grew so fast Just to hold me down Poisoned me Held my breath She covered jaded eyes Blinded me Crushed my tears from their core She displayed me with petals White and yellow She bit roots in me Through my ears and lips Drained of all liquid My body wrinkled New bloody buds appeared with deep redtipped thorns She grew greener, taking more of me taking all she needs Left me as a withered captor Caressing fraility Keeping me Holding me
Your Scarred Boy
Upon birth He was held down White men snipped him They held his mind as a globe in their paws Telling him to see nothing Yet making him see all in white Wanting him pure While yelling "You are not a snowflake" In condescending tones Gold chains were tied to his arms locking him to their appendages He became a society marionette The would lift a hand and he would nod A twisted wrist and he'd say no He would walk their way talk their way and wear the black rimmed glasses that signified the intelligence of the men who owned him
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