Concrete

Written during sophomore year.

It was a feeling of concrete

and it had never felt as solid.

I had never felt so sure,

so secure

to stand where I am.

But you point at my cracks

and claim that I am

so lowly.

Don’t deny me my right

to perceive.

Don’t deny me my right

to believe and to dream.

Don’t call on my tinted color

when you weren’t there when the rain came down.

And yes, your footprints remain here.

And you deny me my right to shine.

But don’t think for a second

that you know me more.

You aren’t so holy.

You overwhelm me with your hypocrisy.

But yet you see,

and the sun burns,

and from one step to another

we are connected.

And right down the road

I see you lying there

with all your broken pieces.

Don’t even try to deny

one of those is me,

one of those is him,

one of those is you, yourself.

So pop yourself some happiness

and through blurred vision,

you’re happy,

you’re alright,

and you don’t need anyone.

We were always the same,

so call on yourself before you call on

awkward silences,

replacements,

excuses for,

connections,

embodiments,

hypocrisy,

me.

You can’t see a reflection in concrete.

Strip away the exterior,

we’re all just soil.

Plain,

horrible,

beautiful

soil.

These cracks are just the concrete

chipping away.

Reviews

[Luna Northstar]

Very good; I love the message, the imagery.. and well... everything :) Great work.

[StoryTailor]

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