They don’t want to believe we exist
Hostility is a dual-headed sword reflecting in sneer
Certain welcome, expectation ettiquette
Don’t share my space when you’re a different
Race
Creed
Orientation
Tempered in thorns
When did the blood get washed off the sidewalk?
Take your hands out of your pockets
Show me your tongue, your contents of none
Swallow a bullet for your refusal
Fallen fags
Fallen blacks
Fallen in cuffs
Fallen angels
A notion they can kill us
Accountability absent
Wounds of women
Birthing rape
Politicians say
We’ll punish you if you abort our violent play
Let sleeping dogs lie
Captivity in subscription morality
Trust bleeds through fingers
Honor sleeps at the wheel
Witness to slide-show
Where do children go?
To rid their minds of hate
Flickering on screens, pouring out of mouths, once fed by girls, singing soft hymns in fruit orchards before the slaughter
All written work sole copyright of Candice Daquin, 2016. info@thefeatheredsleep.com
Stark pricks of political/social truth in this one. Well done, as always.
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Thank you so much dear one♡
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Really powerful writing. I enjoyed reading it 🙂 Chevvy
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Thank you so much♡
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The children are shouting the loudest against the words of hate and the bully mentality that this election is displaying. These words touch home.
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Love to you Kim♡
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There you are, right here…and that last line, perfectly bringing it all together. Bravo, cartwheel girl. Never heard of this blog before so thank you for pointing me in its direction. Not sure why I’ve not come across it as yet.
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I love how expressive this is; the grit and the downright gutter-mess is alive and well. It ended solidly too:
“Trust bleeds through fingers
Honor sleeps at the wheel
Witness to slide-show
Where do children go?
To rid their minds of hate”
Superb writing, Candice.
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Trust bleeds through fingers indeed. I couldn’t have put this better! Politics is a dirty, disgusting game, and that’s all it is to them. Feh.
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Feh!♡
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I was reading this an imagining what the wonderful poet who wrote this looks like – what her life is like. Then I see it’s my feathered C who I follow all along. Another great poem that kicks – there is no end to your versatility.
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Oh wow it’s so beautiful to think you liked it without knowing who wrote it♡ thank you SO much!♡
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