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Unspoken Words


Look Chicago

I’m tired of all these drive bys

And white lies of your tattered buildings

Your cracked reflection of your

Cemented side walks

You’re a plague of your own

You droop like the leaves

Of the weeping willow tree

You shed invisible tears of blood

Tainting the soul of the creatures

Known as human beings

I’ll leave you Chicago

One day I will be free

Of you and your polluted air

 

You see me as nothing but a tool

I am not you

Nor do I want to be

You try to bombard me

With you high expectations

I’m no more than a tiger lily

Fragile to the touch

Yet you lock me away

Blocking out the light

So I only grow as big as you want

As tall as your limits

 

You and Chicago

You two are one in the same

Clinging to me as if I am your possession

Can’t you see how you hinder my ability

 Staggering my growth

Until I to become a statistic

Until I to be called a bitch

With no future to see

Can’t you see how you have blinded me

16 and pregnant

Is not in my future

Nor will it ever be

So don’t cry your invisible tears of blood over me

And not think that I will break free

Form this choke hold of a killing spree

Breaking through the chains of my brethren

Attached to arms, legs, ankles, and hearts

 

Yes I can feel it now

1 more year in this hell bound place

1 more year to live life as a disgrace

1 more year before I stat to chase

My new found freedom

Out of this horrible place 

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