Fingerprint
"FINGERPRINT"
the paper and the pen
were invented to
imprison our scream.
the typewriter
invented to turn our
tears into bullets.
eventually,
everyone gets tired of
hearing your pain,
they just want theirs
to be heard.
had someone listened,
it would’ve been the
death of me.
now,
only,
death is the death of
me…
and I wait
patiently.
By: Chicano Eddie
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