We're Taking God Forgranted...

Farther than we go
we must make the difference
up in checks
pay it monthly
It's easier than blood letting all at once.

(Why, I ask, are we all so evil?)
we're supposed to be reflections
of some greater good, but alas, I digress
My pain is all too real
it's tried subsiding-
it's biding it's time while
I fall freely
from this building
with
my
heart
r a c i n g

(Do you know why we hurt?)
I whisper this more often in my prayers than in reality
I
(thank God for my pain
without it
I wouldn't learn.)
and yet sometimes, I wonder if like an orgasm, I'm faking

Sometimes it's all just too much for me,
the kids raising babies,
the diseases that taste like corruption
I look around me at this wilting babylon,
a venus fly trap of poisonous ties,
and a past that repeats itself
like today's rap and lies

"Sometimes, I wanna die"
is all she ever says
She feels her reality is so different
from everyone elses
like the blood she cuts from her
arm drips a different color
like her pain is harder that
that single mother's.

(Sometimes I feel like hiding)
is what I wanna say in response to all the bullshit,
I wish (upon many stars) for the ability to handle it.
Like flowers, we must bloom-
young adults
women and men built for armament
and we're unaware of our surroundings
natural forces that keep us living
we take forgranted the things we love
and keep puffing on that nicotine

Cancer isn't just a disease it's society,
killing us slowly and entirely
Reach out our hands to grab on to one another,
in hopes that another day doesn't go asunder
This whole sorrow for ourselves thing
is really a tangled web woven to keep us from
breathing in the air
angels die to give.