The Sweetness

It’s the stare that burns like fire upon skin The feeling like you could never belong hides within The tear that falls slowly releases the hurt It’s the hurt felt by generations Pain from suffering weighs like a heavy coat upon tired shoulders The shoulders that are tired from oppression A tender bruise disappears but never leaves the aching soul A soul beaten down with hate It’s the silence shattering sound of breaking glass from the brick launched into the air with fury Fire and thorns inflict pain, along with the unavoidable hate It’s sweetness of freedom Sweet like sugar could never be The freedom from pains hides It hides like a feral cat around a corner A day without troubles shines in a dream A dream filling many minds Many nights After another day Of hate