Life · Poetry · Pride

Hate Does Lie


I’m still working on these chains on my feet
Tending to the scars on my back
Working on the hatred in my soul
That keeps festering
My nails are crusted with dirt
My lungs filled with smoke
And I could never breathe
What with the clear sky’s
Crisp water flowing down your throat
You can hit me over the head
Bury me deep
I’ve been resurrected
Letting those born from coal know
You don’t have to be the color of clouds to be free

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