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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=488217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From Our Heads Like Gods We Give Birth To Others</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=488217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">they view us <br>as the impotents, those with only words to give to the world<br>we, phenomenal spectators<br>artists, onlookers, sensitive eyes, unblinking, blood rushing<br>to eyeballs, noting every thread of reality<br>in the fabric of this world<br>unfolding</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=488217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">we notice colors that they cannot see<br>we smell more than dogs<br>we see more than what eagles stare</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=488217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">we can be silent, and so enduring<br>surviving what they accuse us of<br>crimes that we cannot commit</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=488217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">we are patient and we endure what pain<br>is there, reserved for us like empty plates<br>on poisoned food and yet<br>we still eat them<br>caring less, on our emaciated bodies<br>too willing to offer<br>and if need be, die our earlier deaths<br>leaving them guilty in the process</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=488217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">we give no births in maternity beds<br>we do not really populate like they do<br>but look on our heads</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=488217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">we give births to other like us<br>in pain in joy in awakenings</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=488217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and then we have become so many<br>ultimately winning<br>this game of posterity, this final battle of survival</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=488217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">in wit in freedom we have won this war<br>our swords are more sensitive<br>to make a kill and we devour what they vomit</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a></strong></div>

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