Lemonade 2

by Angela Brown

Why does it have to be this way? 
Why do we choose to live this way? 
Why is life as it is? 
Why can't things change? 
Why do we doubt life? 
Why do we fight the way we do? 
Why can't we be happy? 
Why do we argue? 
Why? 
Why? 
Why? 
Is it because, 
few words stumble 
and has lost its meaning? 
I am the addict 
Desiring with needs 
Burning with the desire 
to held and loved. 
Words control the lust 
I feel I am the voice that thirst 
I am the darker sister 
Whose words are 
As sensitive as her skin 
I am the voice within Flowing 
Through loose fingers 
My words reveal no lies 
But tell the meaning of 
Desire 
Words of innocence 
I am the voice behind these words 
I contain silence 
Silence is being alone 
In the dark and cannot see. 
Alone, I am afraid 
silently I listen 
The sound of a pen 
dropping 
dropping 
dropping 
Because I dared 
to be different 
I am connected 
to intollerance 
my thoughts are words 
accept things 
into another 
state of being 
I know no thirst, 
behind this peace of mind 
No familiar faces, 
behind this peace of mind 
Abandoned trust, 
behind this peace of mind Broken, 
death will come some day 
Ill-exposed by all the lies told 
Words of informality 
ill-imagined delusions 
There must be a better place in this world 
To heal the pain 
I now feel inside 
A place where solitude solicits my tears 
Solicits my fears of being touched 
Not by thoughts, 
I felt I loved once inside 
Deeply hidden rage 
holds a place dear to my heart 
I've been raped 
Alone in the night 
My innocence exercises, 
The pain, the fears, the tears I share 
Holds a dangerous place inside 
Ready to explode... 
I am tired of wanting 
As much to be desired 
There is no more 
nothing but wants and needs 
I am tired of wanting 
As much to be desired 
There is no more 
nothing but wants and needs 
afraid of my own shadow 
Hidden behind masks 
That mark the streets 
Blind the alleys 
With broken speech 
No one understands 
Every day is a new round 
Every second is on the clock 
But our outcome 
Is a choice 
We live together 
We die together 
The spirit must live 
We wear the masks 
Walking stones into ashes 
Scattered dust in the wind 
Skeleton bones led to carry on 
Vulnerable and weak masks 
Die 
Without reason 
Every day is a new round 
Every second is on the clock 
But our outcome 
Is a choice 
Die 
Without reason 
Every day is a new round 
Every second is on the clock 
But our outcome 
Is a choice 
Die 
Without reason 
Every day is a new round 
Every second is on the clock 
But our outcome 
Is a choice 
I fell down 
But I could not 
shut out what corners of my eyes 
light blocked from seeing 
a wooden beam 
I have learned to shut out 
the world the way 
men shut out me 
I fall from circumstance 
I get close to reality 
My feelings are not real 
accept what I am 
caught up with expectations 
for what needs 

stars don't adjust in the light 
I am blinded by darkness 
in a deep dark 
hole that I am holding on 
Alone my heart weeps 
I exist 
I learn 
from their struggle 
I struggle in different ways 
strong to survive love, 
loss and pain 
I could be the same 
I must walk of death 
and live my life for the 
love of who I am. 
I cannot reject loss 
There is no turning back. 
Don't be


Lemonade 2 by Angela Brown

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