We Must
We protest in the loudest voice the injustice of the “justice system”
We protest our dehumanization
We protest our victimization
We protest our torture
We protest the harsh treatment by the “justice system”
I Don’t Need It
I don’t need it
I can make it through the day
Well, maybe… I think
And if not, I’ll just have a drink
Suburbia
We drove to your parents’ home, out in suburbia talking about all the things you wish you could change.
Like that man you see for help with your head and the way you see yourself, or the way your parents run their house.
But that’s life in suburbia; where house wives drink all day, as the husbands work for the man for just enough pay.
When I Fall
There are so many levels to the word fall
I’ve tried to find ways to explain them all
Autumn is my favorite season
Using the word fall seems like treason
It’s such an easy way to say something that feels so beautiful
Cool, crisp wind & fresh air that’s so plentiful
Autumn In My Mind
Temperatures cool to signal the change
clothing layers increase to acknowledge the same
leaves fade and trees grow bare
the vibe of autumn is clearly in the air.