Eyes like lightning, they whip us with ceramic hands
And crack our bones like thunder--there was
Only apathy for people like us, trying to dance
And keep our footing in the blood-blue tides.
With tidy uniforms, they straightened out our collars,
Preened at our hair while we tried
To keep our mouths above the water--
We fell for a moment, kicking and fighting the current,
And they yanked us up by our ears,
Admonishing us for ruining our hair.
So, this is my first post-- I'm really hoping it works. This poem is about unrealistic expectations and people that pay attention to details and stuff like that when there's a lot going on underneath that they ignore. That kind of thing.
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