Onto privilege
December 4, 2014
By Lucas Herrera
I
Onto privilege,
While standing on the rope
With no net beneath him.
Corner, where the bends forsake proper learning.
Found there, a child bleeds out
2 blocks away from my mother’s house
It’s chilling, that could’ve been anyone
But you’ll never really have to worry
A struggle, eternal in the way winds hit against you every second
Bone dries your mouth and you can’t taste chalk any longer that way back
It’s our own flaw
Only because rectangles suppress you from the truth
Deliciously amused on superficial fruit
Totally, and without repent
Out of the way to justify
When freedom’s a mere flowing stream with pay toll at the head
The polarities of inaccurate, resulting from 2 sides of a town
Trains come in carrying nothing
Take out nothing
And you sit admiring the pretty drawings on them
II
When Halloween would come around
And you were garbage
It seemed so normal as youth
To start to see
Sitting around in the same game
Without the slightest clues of mighty forces above you
While outta site strangers we are, and gaze with remark the true side of capitalism
For warned it was more than that
III
Still with foolish commitment
You maliciously charge defensibly inevitable
But it really hurts me to be so useless
And I doubt you’ll ever feel what it is to see that
Everyday is another mark
And you try hopelessly to change it all
The rolling trash lifted off the ground
To make it so every day is good one
But nothing ever changes and that’s why it really hurts me
I want to come to peace with the system
But id rather keep fighting
IV
Just until
Education is less than a blessing and more like a given and
Art stays breathing
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