Rations were revoked,
as time trolled the thinkers and thieves.
Change was coming,
charging forward with the momentum
of a tidal wave.
We had no stand.
The ground below our feet
broke free.
Cascading into chasms,
choosing was our only victory.
There were things inside me,
things that spoke when I couldn’t,
things that pulled me through.
God, grandpa, uncles or aunts,
someone, something
charging my cells,
bracing my body for impact.
Born of a boundless bloodline
of luck and unluck alike,
I’ve continued to make my way.
Born of a boundless bloodline,
I couldn’t lay down and die.
Change is coming,
charging towards me
before I could catch my breath.
Change is coming
and I have little days left.




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