I made so many wishes on that star
and even wished to know where you are
but this isn’t about me
that star or my wish…
you’re just a speck of dust
just some October rust
the broken heart-shaped-locket
a heart that hurts works
and so, does mine?
to them I am just a pretty concubine
and in the fallen fields of Virginia yes I’m divine
just a stranger, traveling across the
endless eggshells swallowing the pride
of your uncouth truths unspoken
woken and unbreakable for we were
the chosen.
would it ever be freedom
before the horrid wall could tower over us all
tumbled into the ageless reverie
that dragon how she rose across the
rambles of briars and brambles
penny-less but happy
could triumph over this madness
and what did it mean to be like water
to be up against the passive fence
I guess it made no sense to others
how our sisters and brothers were clothed by nature
and how bells did chime
the idea of progress at last
the idea of catching up with the past.
the right kind of time