Injury caused by less roughness
What do you see when you look at me?
Is it the COVID creators and kamikaze?
Does it cause rage and your blood boil?
Do you want me to just wrap food in foil?
Well if only you knew the burden we carry.
The judgement makes our life very scary.
Just because we know the martial arts.
Xenophobes show they have no hearts.
By damaging and boycotting our stores.
Graffiti phrases of shame on our doors.
Blaming us for events we did not partake.
Suffocating us like a giant python snake.
You did it to Arabs for the past 2 decades.
Cutting into their hearts like razor blades.
We remember our grandparents detained.
In WWII internment camps they remained.
The rate of racially motivated attacks.
Piling up medical bills in huge stacks.
Offenders don’t even verify the origin.
Willing to strike a parent’s next of kin.
Nationwide the frequency has tripled.
Through communities fear has rippled.
Let’s try to look past what you can see.
To lower Asian Americans new anxiety.
Round and round we go,
the day won't last.,
it keeps a secret you can't hide..
no, can't hide it.
Eagle sent to eat my liver-
renewed each night..
Will Zeus feel remorse and forgive
me..,
giving her my fire.
Round and round again,
a captured cuckold heart..
touching that crocodile smile,
left behind right from the start.
Bring those baby rose lips..
you know I never blame them.
Eyes to breast lie fixed,
Winking laugh knowing,
there's no shame in.
Burning--consumed in passion
Longing--craving a reaction
Looking for traction
While resisting the friction
Don't dare to mention
The fallen nation
Of a generation
Given to abrasion.
Of all the things I could mean
The little dreams we come to be
Beneath the porch lights dim
My mind begins to wander slightly grim
And if you can’t help me seem
A little less worried now
I touched your lips this morning
And walked out on life
Broken beneath a crush
I sat out all night
And if you can help me sing
A little less worried now
Up and against the dawn
If you could help me settle in
A single gasp to bring me to my feet
No reasoning beyond this measurement
And if you can’t help me seem
A little less worried now
Dianna, sweetheart
They let me know of your fatherless damn
Your savior, your breaded Jesus
That’s not who I am
And if you can help me sing
A little less worried now
"Articles from a revolver"
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