Tap
Push breathe
I know it will hurt
I am aware of the pain
And I will be aware as they push lava in my veins
I am an innocent man
I am a man of no contest
Though I cannot read the words of the paper you hand to me
I can read the faces of this world
Push breathe
I know it will hurt
I am aware of the pain
And I will be aware as they push painkillers into my veins
I am no innocent women
I am a woman of contest
Though, my greatest gift will soon be lying on my chest
I can read the faces in the room
I see the empathy
No need it for me
Push breathe
I asked for bacon and I ask for eggs
And I asked for a pillow for my final rest
The walls are white
and I think
I will not be here for you to believe
not just in my story
not just for my rights
but that I told the truth and led an honest life
Push breathe
Heat unmatched and you bond with my skin
my kin unmatched
my child and our brethren
I asked for a pillow, I asked for rest
The walls are white
they asked to take her off my chest
Breathe, breathe
The walls are blue
Though I cannot see
I know what faces are looking at me
I lay down to be strapped to the gurney
And I am lifted for my final say
I look through the glass and wonder what you think
I am an innocent man
I am a man of no contest
But more than what you think
I see you
I hear you
I see your child, wide-eyed
barely seeing over the glass
and he hits it
tap, tap, tap
The walls are blue
I can see you
Even in a sea of those I do not know
I can see what is mine, in her bow
I know what faces are looking at me with pure joy
And I will play coy
I wish you were hear
I wish you could see, the bundle of joy laying in front of me
And in your undying need to hold her again
you reach for the glass
and I imagine your hand
tap, tap, tap
Copyright © Bethany Bennett | Year Posted 2023
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