Don’t Tell Me About Blood
Poetry of life
Published in
Apr 6, 2021
Don’t tell me about blood,
Don’t tell me about history.
All the gods
may be on your side
Still sun finds glass
every day in me.
Don’t tell me to have faith,
Your kind of stretch
is a make-believe.
No window
on the uncomfortable
Just lie in a box where
match wood
sleep.
Stuck in a stereotype,
Never wild enough
to own your
soul.
Why don’t you
run to the edge
and see who
cares.
No you won’t
fall off
the world.
© America Zed. Other Poetry by America Zed.
