disgust appropriate

during the night
it seemed we came to an understanding where
some days you feel each and every hour pass,
glad that the purpose is not
used to motivate the clock or the concerns,
so when we woke up
the dangers which hoped to dominate us
are destroyed and were not allowed to define us,
pieces of the pains which remind of the
people who make life much harder for others,
reduced to using thier tools against,
or rebelling when a group of leaders do not listen,
part of the problem showed a new solution and our
readiness has been not patiently waiting but
intensely and passionately hungry for change,
applying a desire to a purpose and a direction,
tearing pages out of undeserved history we make a poise,
every day, month, and year we keep on fighting for our noise
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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