not having
or dealing with
thoughts
seems the way to go
feelings have taken over
and seem worthless
in this Texas sun
oppressive heat
burning through skin
to the full heart
left dying within
these unspoken words
the power to scream
the names of oppressors
with strength and anger
quickly fades fearlessly
into obscure indifference
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There on the dance floor
standing very still
rhythm rippling under her skin.
She is locked inside
wrapped in chains
nailed to the floor
no sign of tether.
Something old blocks expression.
The paralyzing gaze of another’s eyes.
Perhaps she dances alone
inside the quiet of her home,
paints in her room,
writing well-lit poems.
But out here on the wide open floor,
unable to own her freedom
Frozen stiff
Tortured shy,
You can feel her busting within
Knowing inside
If the demon would just let go
She’d spit fire
and dance like hell.