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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required __This is my body Like the last supper, I offer it to Judas Iscariot who smiles in the midst of everyone I am the texture of each word your eyes grab in this poem, Lynching on the branch of broken promises, My body is the structure of this poem, This poem is the shape of my body Sometimes I forget to feel until the wind encompasses This is my body It holds footage of love that passed by to its destination in opened car The pen that needs fire before inking Sometimes I am the finger behind the trigger that smashes the object in my chest I find myself counting God's art on earth like grains of sand on seashore on the other hand, I break knees with empty hands and say "Hallowed be thy name" Repeating "Give us our daily bread" endlessly to maintain breaths for tomorrow This is me Sometimes I smile without breathing And breathe for days without noticing At the bottom of my suitcase, I hide the truth from myself to let the wind moves through my lungs This is my body--built with gallantry, The hairs on my skin are the tails of pains I've swallowed This is my body just like my country and us Every moment I deceive my heart as it seeks justice like the unheard voices of innocent souls I'm afraid to draw my heart into words Because it will swallow each word For its surface holds scars that are fighting to heal And my body is turning into island somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic ocean ©?Artistic writes
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