TimeA Poem by Nadia ZahranI’m misbehaving as flesh is eaten Eating my respect for this life Living in the decay of my race Racing this fuel obsessed dream Dreams that conquer misconstrued raps and screams Screaming as my voice is mute Mute to your footsteps dripping of time Mute to the stripes of your face Freckles enshrouded by my constant need to pace Pacing myself as I tear Tearing my insides up Insides of my apocryphal hate Hating this timed existence Time that feeds off my coke stained resistance © 2017 Nadia Zahran |
StatsAuthorNadia ZahranFerndale, MIAboutMetro Detroit poet trying to get back into the scene, as writing is my one true love. more..Writing
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