Wednesday, 15 May 2019

Grit

A poem from 2019

A face set forward determined thrash about in the wind because he ain’t stopping for no one and least of all you you little devil who thinks he’s such a big man who pulls silly faces and la la la sings sticking fingers in front of his eyes but no that won’t stop him you can’t stop him you may as well give up but you won’t because you lack self awareness and still expect you gonna win in the end you delusional

A face set forward determined even fear rational and blood falling from the forehead tears salty flowing are overcome so much love so much cool so much passion you just can’t help wondering if it was anyone else he would be interviewed sympathetically on the news and praised by the whole world be on talk shows getting patted on the back applause wolf whistles feelin’ the love

A face set forward determined no slippin’ or slidin’ but a mouth full of grit a back whipped it’s unjust oh it’s unjust the mocking doesn’t stop even human sympathy is lacking ain’t that typical even death to the very moment of the death the taunting goes on even beyond the moment of death it continues even beyond resurrection the hate is poured out but he doesn’t stop he still doesn’t stop

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