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Hide your chain And assimilate child People are dying And you better stay quiet When your pain rains Stay standing and mind the blood. Those knees are for Jesus not for justice. Cry out all you want Yes please, piss and moan Just stay in your hood With all your cracked roads. Find a job with all you know, Shit I’m sorry, where are my manners You’ll need to be equipped With 300 years of being light-skinned. - c.b.

“Wanna go to the patio?” Tail wags brain full of Dopamine... A kids reaction to Disneyland. We go outside As he sniffs the floor Looking for something? I’ll never know. I look to the moon Chalé she’s bright Shedding on My darkest of nights. I’m looking for something too For what exactly? Shit, I just don’t know. - C.b. .

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There's a set of lungs To the city, patched up And barely hanging on Yet still functioning and working Beautifully. Give me my sentence And out of the words I spell survival Rain drop oil spill Streets wet from Marginalized acid tears At one point naturally salty Before Spain's ships. Watch the light shine in Through small windows That's our dreams calling To us the smaller the window The stronger the vision Be careful because it's usually At night when we choose to fight. We've crawled through dark Underrepresented enclaved Trenches for too long. We have war in our lungs And breathe victory. Stair into the veins of the fist We will bleed as much as is Necessary. - c.b.

The night crawls under your Feet and between the two front teeth Surroundings become glittery Sidewalks With potholes we fill with our feet ....we sink She'll knock at the blue door and No ones home Doorbells out of batteries or the Wires have been cut We stay outside and stare the galaxy In the face Until one of us falls and one walks away Because this place has never been Safe enough For us to stay - C.b.

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I lost my voice to keep my brain. I lost my voice to remain sane. I lost my voice so I could hear. I lost my sound in blankets of mirrors. I lost my voice that you gave me, Thinking that you could come And save me. I guess not. I guess I gotta keep dreaming... - c.b.

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Not a bad thought in sight The white path abides no Reason to fight All past mistakes disappear with the ash of a cigarette Now the dust storm has settled And there's a little left The fight goes on to get some rest The morning shall come And things will be normal again Nights fading into words mumbled Put your friends arm over you Because you've somehow mastered The art of the stumble You promise yourself you'll never again go This way. But then again, it's better to burn out Than it is to fade. - c.b.

Reality flies by at scary speeds Like the 3rd strike swing When the clock's arms finds your Back and right before those two eyes Your mountains shrink Now memories are just memories That gentrify the dark place In the back Of your mind We opened our eyes to see our Life ahead, but we awake To find that the sound of our river Is coming from behind. Treacherous tragedy Depression is amidst, When your reality Becomes more than just tall tales Or a white picket myth - c.b.

Beyond the smoke Is a flower in bloom The son tells the dreary mom "I'll be home soon." Her curtains remain closed But it's those suns rays Luminous & imposed Powerless against natural law so powerful No choice but to wait -And remain hopeful - c.b.

It starts with the rock peaking through the patient blue waters of the ocean. When you realize guilt is too much and finds sight of the patient blue sky. Keys to your home don't work anymore, and mom said she'd be back from the store 5 months ago. Questions roam uninvited, "Did I do something," "Could I be better" you'll look around to see smiles shattered. But listen closely to Transformative sound of your butterflies flutter. Be present and help those who, like you, have fallen all too similar. - c.b.