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Operating System: Vista
Rosary Branchesit was the prayer of the crocodilesRosary Branches by Amanda-San
that I fall into an ocean
and let go.
every night, with praying mantis claws
they preached for my surrender
--Nile crocodiles, I bet they were
judging by the sand in their teeth and
the sun in their eyes.
As I sat up in my tree,
they looked up at me
--did they want me to fall?
Climb down, shake their claws,
season my skin,
then step into their jaws?
Their shiny beady eyes
I knew that the branch that held me
might not for much longer
and those teeth did look promising…
again they clicked their rosary beads
in hungry prayer
as if a bolt from Heaven might crack me.
it's my turn to forge my devoutness
as I wonder if maybe he might return—
I wish I could dream him here.
I wish I could dream him.
I wish I dream him.
I wish dream him.
I wish him.
An Ugly PrivilegeAn Ugly PrivilegeAn Ugly Privilege by asatireofnothing
April 7, 2007
Who says white is beautiful?
Sometimes I just want to
Rip this skin off my face and
Let it burn, let it burn, let it
Into a color charred and mottled and…
If white is privilege, then
I do not wish to be white any more.