Discipline Stories Up
Cold walls on my untied shoes
documents I never signed
Cold beds I do not know
warmth I call my own
Wails and wallows poured out of bottles
- struggling to stomach filtered epiphanies
English came easy - that's about it.
Sitting around with a hole in my sole
letting the sand in - letting the sweat out
I don't play guitar as much as I used to
One day I'm going to jump out of an 11 story building to see what my father felt
poem by Akaya Yaway
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