5 Respects

Respect

we create art it’s who we’re ought to be it’s who we sought out to be it’s beautiful stained glass it’s indisputable—I met someone and trusted in some of the words that herd my thoughts I fought to have heard I followed there words handed them this pained brain and the dark swollowed as I watch where there hand landed and stained my brain with more pain I felt stranded as my body landed, I’m off my feet Disdained I can’t stand this pain isn’t understandable gripping my pained heart of glass in pieces my tears stained my shirt display more than this stained glass gritting my teeth n’ broke my mandible and yell “YOU WONT EVEN GIVE ME A PEACE OF MIND OR SOMETHING UNDERSTANDABLE?!?”