pavement blues

June 11, 2012

cold beneath my body I'm glued to the ground my body too heavy to stand walk and yet you expect me to fly invisible bruises cover me from all the times your kind has kicked me closer to the pavement clipped my wings so I can never fly how do you expect me then to do more than lay in 'your' streets and die.

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jwienerJun 21, 2012

Being able to fly away from certain situations is something that everyone wishes for at some time in their lives, but since we don't have wings, we need to learn to escape in different ways, like through writing and poetry.

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