Jen Juice

how many times can one be so cradled

by the luggage of your mind

in a world of victims and green lit sunsets –

that all have a past and something  used

to fault our own securities

but I’m not the angry girl

that can cradle her life away

in a world that defines living by a prison of  the minds.

I’m just not going to attach to that bandwagon

of penises and useless agendas

and the heart-shattered manholes that somehow

I’ve climbed out of

and watch through the awakening of my eye

and wonder where do I go from here…

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