Dragon’s Release
By jfarrell
Yes, I understand now.
I can’t visually describe my dragon…
And what kinda dragon’s that?
I’m, scared to.
(Sting - “be yourself, no matter what they say”)
Be myself..
Today, I could, quite happily, cut my dad’s throat,
And piss over his grave;
Same for my mother;
And, describing, visualising, this darkness,
Is a good thing?
Yes!
Whether you hurt me a long time ago;
Or whether you were my scumbag neihgbours,
Yesterday, praising god all day, in your arrogance,
Pissing me off, giving me no choice..
My dragon looks like hate, my hate;
And it aint about skin colour, or your politics;
It’s about how you make me feel!
I have no voice? What I feel doesn’t matter?
Fuck you!
Release this shit!
Sorry for the swearing, but it felt needed;
So sorry :)