She\'s jogging in a field
Her eye\'s are pecked
She can\'t see a thing
Soon to be blind
She wears tears of blood
Her knees are bruised
She cries, She weeps
She lays silently during the night
Yet and still no one hears
Addiction screams in her head
She fights it
But she still can not rest
Surrounded in worry
Collapsing in fear
Gasping for air
She looks to the sky asking for guidance
Wondering will help ever arrive
Take a picture
Know watch it wither away
It is not a Rose or a Flower
It is a human
Look at the frame
Now remove the scars
Tell me what do you see?
Is there beauty?
Why seal it in a jar?
Take a look we are imprisoned
Our lives are shattered
Why fight we some times ask
Then we get a whisper during the night
Our Kids, Our Families, Our Friends, AND FOR ANOTHER SUFFERING ADDICT
These words ring like bells in my ears
Grandma watched me draw
Color spread
And
Race was never a question in my eyes
But judgement stands at the door of each home
WHY?
Why are we held down by this wicked character?
Tell me are you a genius?
What color am I?
Can you read a book from it\'s cover alone?
Doesn\'t the mystery lay inside?
I am BLUE
I am SAD
I am not WHITE nor BLACK
Color lays on the inside and it is not RED alone
Feel my heart
Explore my mind
Take a walk though these painted walls
Written By,
Catherine Houston
March 4, 2016