Yes, you have the power
But it's based on money and lies...
I missed the rain
but the metaphorical hit...
Hurt girl
Living in a hate world...
Logic is a crystal warrior
Brave face sculpted bright as a glacier...
Symbolic etchings of happy and sadness
Drenched with significance upon my canvas...
"He said he loves the rain...
But he always wants an umbrella when it rains...
A prevailing calm
As the brush combs through the waves...
A sentence is a necklace.
Our words are the beads...
A sole drop of rain
Bleeds into the dry pavement...
Racism is terrifying
Consumed by hatred and scorn...
This path I walk is cluttered,
with the awkwardness of the past...
Iridescent light fades
Fighting to a loss against the dark...