by Tiffani Jones

 

Pain

A type of suffering or distress,

The feeling of incompletion or brokenness

Pain

An unpleasant sensation,

That takes away your enthusiasm and temptations.

Pain

Makes us cower down and recede to anger or sadness,

Because in reality is an emotional sickness.

Pain

Takes your world and pulverizes it,

Attacks you with emotional, mental, physical hits.

Pain

Goes through you and goes through me.

In a strange way, helps the world. You see, 

Pain

Defines how you would act, 

And how I would react.

Helps us move forward by growing from the past.

Pain

Is in racism,

Yet isn’t racist.

Pain

Created sexism, 

But isn’t a sexist.

Pain doesn’t care about your age, race, or gender.

Doesn’t matter if you came with him or with her.

Pain

Is in the blood that sheds from our hand.

Pain

Is the murders and deaths on this land.

Pain

Is the fear of someone being killed when they leave the house.

Pain 

Is in the faces of kids whose school is being shot up, 

While they hide under their desks, scared like a mouse.

Pain

Is in the cops who abuse their badge,

The ones who get away with murdering kids who simply “look bad”

Pain

Is in every protest or march on these streets,

Trying to allow everyone’s hearts to continue to beat.

Pain

Makes our blood flow every day,

And inspires us to move the Earth in a better way.

Pain.

Pain.

pain.

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