Identity Enraged

what do you do with the pain

where do the memories fall

I wasn’t on the ship

yet there’s an ocean of unsolved mystery

rocking on my deathbed, every night

I feel the gnarly waves try to slit my throat

and the captain is desperate to sink my spirit

tomorrow seems to fade away

like the purple strips on the Atlantic horizon

the blood stains poorly crafted starboard

unbridled screams of terror waft through

I wake up screaming

the nightmare has to over

but then I get pulled over

asked to show my ID

somehow, I’ve been accused of resisting

I must be put down

handled, roughly

some things never change

they can’t wait to pull out the chains

and store me away, once again

too many of us never see the light of day

but an acre and a mule will do

fuck you

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