o calmly wild;
there’s pure ecstasy in the way You see (through) me
the way You rip me apart in the name of edification
how do You find purity in my despair?
“to be born
is to have ravished
with tepid consent.
Pay your debt
with your life.”
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every firework that you see tonight once had a name. perhaps it was Renisha or Nizah or Aiyana or Eric or freedom or slavery today. some will pretend to be…