Thursday, May 8, 2014


My irregular heart
Beats inside your head
You've been programmed
Conditioned by the dead
The faces that you imitate
Are the abusive creators
Of historical traumas
That created you
And your worldview
I'm poor
And nothing like them
You're rich
And can't buy 
Psychological freedom
To save your life
You don't know me
You only think you do
Gun play is random
Especially in the valley of the gun
And it won't always go 
like you expect it to
I love you
Even if you hate me
And I will never
Let you negate me
By making me like them
Or you.