otherhood

I speak for the naked, the shivering, the clothed in steel

They know not what they feel

They only react, unsurprised at these foundations, these

choices they’re forced to make within strange nations

 

The required strikes, placing us in unknown situations

There is no preparation for this, no safe sensation

Times a bastard, calling on an unready body

Speak your piece and try to act like somebody

 

Movement from the corner of my eye, another

other arrives

Make a new notation of this frustration

Try to release your temptation

 

Hard to breathe, strangers make accusations

But we’re just here, with quietly dying aspirations

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