head job

by Kim Wilson

a mental picture unscrambles
in my head
i’m trying to figure
what’s real and what’s
reality i look and see
past what i’m expected
to see so the things i
believe i have a right
to believe i get a glimpse
of something unrelenting
it looks like a goal a
goal that’s still pending
stop feeding me a
stomach full of
ache it’s too much
to take i see a
stigma of invisible
made clear so i
clinch my teeth
seeing my fear bring
about a single flowing
tear i smell
the funky foul air the
disgusted staleness of
it sleeps in the
thickness of my
sight focus
i’m not a rebel just
one with a cause
i’m not an activist just one
refusing to pause

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