Sour Cup of Us
Akin to lemons from a seed The sourness apt Therefore we are strained No bond here, only slices of couple Two halves lay, a quiet yellow Mince Mix it all together A nice cup, both of us entangled Can't last much longer, this boil soon steams We go up together, a half sick dream Living in the Past If history has taught me anything It's that you'd be hated for anything Beyond norm Beyond complexion History goes forward Only bits change Brutality is the constant We pretend We ignore We move on What a constant. The Thing about Us That's the thing about us We will never be one again That story is long gone. That right is long wrong. This book of lies divides. I thought it truth No title, just dates. Every chapter opens eyes wider The vise around my heart tighter Tears hit the page Making life blur Fears into rage Does the ink fade? Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Rickey Rivers Jr.