And Tomorrow

My heart is being shredded by the home of the people I belong to.

Where one doesn't bat an eye at the horror any longer,

How can we believe it won’t come to us?

The tragic irony of compliance, 

It’s benefits non-existent, but it’s simplicity, mindnumbingly convenient 

The window closes to the fresh heir of one's mind 

Will it soon be too late? 

A new layer - superficial paint

making pretty the tragedy of the tightly ruined sill, no longer allowed to breath 

The sorrow of my land is consuming me 

The pain of our people is ripe. 

Each of us heavy, weighing down the branches of despair 

Ready to be plucked. 

I am plump with grief,

Enough is the force of a moths wing 

To pull away my skin and let everything I am tumble down

past ground, past roots, past soil and worms and bones 

Hoping to find a place deep within the earth, 

A well that will feed my broken and trembling spirit, so we may grow once again. 

I hoped we could be better than the foot prints before us

But we step into the comfortable soles of what came once before, 

blind to the fact that we are unknowingly lost, 

Circling around the same tree, and calling it an expedition of new discovery. 

Please stop me from pulling the skin from my cheeks away

Tearing it to reveal the flesh and bone inside, so that you may know my pain.

I wish the agony of splitting skin could cover that of our lives, 

But it has gotten too grand 

For even that.

But I bear the fruit of this life,

I close my eyes at night,

I sink my teeth into bread,

I am still here.

And tomorrow I will wake,

And tomorrow I will roll down the mask over my face,

And tomorrow I will wear the uniform,

And tomorrow I will serve a smile, 

And tomorrows will continue.