The SystemA Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
They put us in cages.
Small, cramped, and crowded cells. Give us black and white stripes to wear. Some form of label To tell the world We are less. Undesirable and undeserving Of a free life. For some, This is true. All brand of murderers and Rapist can be found Beside thief and vagrant. Sometimes, beside the innocent. When we're let out, We still aren't free. Labeled forever As… Well, nothing anyone wants. The grand irony of the rehabilitation Is that even if it works… Simply, It's designed to pull You back in. A lovely, Revolving, Door. © 2016 The Poet of Black Wings |
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The Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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