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Children paint my eyes
with invisible green ink.
Born with the sharpest claws,
they buffalo buffalo for spare change
Until death do them part,
and frolic under the sun's shadow.
with invisible green ink.
Born with the sharpest claws,
they buffalo buffalo for spare change
Until death do them part,
and frolic under the sun's shadow.
Literature
Things they don't tell you.
Things they don’t tell you about losing your grandfather on a Tuesday night:
When you wake the next morning, you still
need to get out of bed in time for work, you still
have to shower, dress yourself, eat breakfast, brush
your teeth and hair;
and when your mother calls
to check in, you have to comfort her because she lost
her dad last night;
and when you call your grandmother
your voice cannot waver lest you upset her, because
she lost a man she's known for seventy years and even
though she would never hold it against you, you still
feel obligated not to cry;
Literature
Concerning Prejudice
There is no force so violent and so monstrous
As a people unified by their prejudice.
Literature
Frozen
Not all who wander are lost
And not all who are lost, wander
Many, in fact, are stuck
In time, in place, in mind
Unmoving, they search
Never finding what they lost
Because what they lost
is the key to the chains that bind them
keeping them from finding what they are missing the most
Not realizing that what they need
was there all along, hidden inside,
buried in the coils of their desperate search
Blinded by the darkness that surrounds them,
they have lost the ability to see the light
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