Author: Pricilla Jordan<\/p>\n
Email: pjordan@greeleyschools.org<\/p>\n
Submission:<\/p>\n
Stand there and judge me as if you can feel the petrified emotions of my soul
\nHear my words, watch them cross straight through your ear drums,
\nThe oppressors begging to be oppressed.
\nWatching the weak fight their way to the slightest bit of false freedom,
\nStanding there ripping their hearts from their chests,
\ncrying, well I am oppressed.<\/p>\n
My rough days are the price I pay to live in this world that feeds off of fear,
\nThe a man made world being teared apart
\nThe separation dividing the Pangaea to North Korea.
\nFreedom, the first lie told when you are brought to this earth,
\nYou will always be replaceable, the first truth.<\/p>\n
The ethereal being I feel,
\nThe internal rage that I cannot release,
\nI am Royalty, regardless of my caste,
\nLet narcissism being the only thing standing in my way,
\nLet those who fail to understand, see me as nothing.
\nLet those who hear me,
\nSee the importance of finding reality, spread the words I speak,
\nfaster than the pandemic at its peak.<\/p>\n
We are dying,
\nBut if you are reading this you knew that,
\nA dying record playing the same song on loop.<\/p>\n
Pricilla Jordan<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Author: Pricilla Jordan Email: pjordan@greeleyschools.org Submission: Stand there and judge me as if you can feel the petrified emotions of my soul Hear my words, watch them cross straight through your ear drums, The oppressors begging to be oppressed. Watching the weak fight their way to the slightest bit of false freedom, Standing there ripping… <\/p>\n