Obsidian GlassA Poem by Tinasha LaRayéracism...i hate itI am glass Obsidian, so you can’t see through me I burn from the fires of my ancestors Molded into the cacophony of truth and lie I am rock, crystal and glass sublime Resisting the obscene nature of natural emotions That run through my core I store up anger, rage and more Adding to my hardness Relinquishing my wrath To no one in my direct path So it seeps inward Singeing at my veins I live in pain For yesterday’s pulse Beating me upside my head Cause you can And I can never do anything about it Like they never could So I sit And reflect In cool waters I can never touch Pure And out of reach For dark, smooth, obsidian glass like me I swallow my spit And drink my shell Obsidian And hate feeling like this Like this… To be…to exist Is wrong © 2011 Tinasha LaRayéAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on April 27, 2011 Last Updated on April 27, 2011 AuthorTinasha LaRayéOKAboutI am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..Writing
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