Sound of Lockdown
Sticks and stones, they break bones
but words hurt me too.
Those words to hurt me
Those words to scare me
The prison of hurt words that tie me
and bind me
to a shunnin’
to a runnin’
Sound of lockdown
death
Self-hate filled
hating you “my people”,
fearing you “my people”
who’s “my people”?
what “my people”?
Sound of lockdown
disconnect
Disconnected
dry tears
violent tears
Self-hate filled
hating me “my people”,
fearing me “my people”
who’s me “my people”?
what me “my people”?
Sound of lockdown
disconnect
Detention
prison of sound
waves
to hurt
to scare
remote controlled
violence
disconnection
death
Sticks and stones, they break bones
but words hurt me too.
© Marcus Stringer, 2006


1 response so far ↓
1 terryhowcott // Jan 18, 2007 at 6:27 pm
Very nice also.
Thank you.
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