You know

You know, you know
exactly what he’s thinking
you know, you know
the meaning he’s not singing
all the double meaning
in his words,
you know every single verse
the lines in between
but still you don’t understand
what thought crime really means.

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Color me furniture

Black and blue
my heart is racing
bruises from the floor
hardwood and sediment
caught in veins and cords
everything is bloody here
my mind a simple lamp
my eyes they see
the carpet bleed the bile
from its pores
our stomach hangs a tapestry
and all our life remains
breathing from the window lungs
the opening of me

Understand this

I need, I need, I need
to get across this theme
of everything we breed
encases something sinister.
That nothing is as pure
as my truth and word
all these lived experiences
shed light on these entanglements
the dark web of my true regret-
the message clear
you’re malcontent.
I need, I need, I need
to make you truly see
that though our plates may seem
equal in entirety-
that we are all the same-
you can’t make that claim
you just play their game.
I am the one in need-
give me your understanding
that we are not equals
for I’m the realest victim of you all.