Link to the Youtube video [ it is really worth watching] : Lost Count - A love Story
Link to the lyrics : Lyrics to the poem
I thought a lot about jealousy. I thought a lot about poetry. I like abstract poetry. I like poetry.
I read different poems. I read tons of them. And today I heard a poem. I heard a poem that made me cry. I can't quite understand it because I don't know what it feels like.
"And I don't know how to do more than be afraid,
that my age allowing me to be on this stage
might have me murdered by Monday.
I'm 18!
I play pickup basketball games with ghosts."
I am to well protected to really know, to even have the right to say I know and still every single word burned my skin. Every single word broke my heart.
I probably listened to this poem a thousand times. I read tons of poems. And today I heard a poem.
One that changed my life. And I think that is what every poem should do. It should be a fire that you desire. One that will burn your skin.
"Will they ever call your death beautiful?
Your life, a sacrifice
A love story to be jealous of?
How many deaths will it take
Before this... is considered genocide?"
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