Weigh In
Start a race.
Start a race for freedom, others cannot understand, the embrace is pounds of flesh.
The cut was deep inside, no way to hide, from what will come, I am undone.
No place to run.
No place to run.
No place to hide, from what was inside, it buried me.
Security is lost, seeking thoughts unspoken, that wound is open.
No one can see.
No one can see.
The secrets are biased, screaming for solace from the storm, it is a norm.
Society ignores, we feel like whores, they refuse to get it.
It melts away.
It melts away.
A new day born, the swollen growth is torn, no more to morn.
More than imagined, victory is bright, it shines and can be seen from a distance.
The race is done.
– Mary-Jeanne Smith