Say boy, we make the decisions. I need all hands in the air. Tired and shaking. Shaking and tired. DO NOT SPEAK! Orders are shouted at us before we can talk some sense into our hearts…
Keep them from beating too fast.
Before dawn, four of us lay sprawled out on a cold ground. Blood spilling from our heads. Mothers of boys cough on constant tears, voices held hostage. When can they speak? Make room for empty promises and ignoramuses stepping on pointed toes.
Give them an inch and they take ten miles, none of them green.
I got 5 on the next incident that’s an accident that’s not really an accident, but they’re logging it as such as we count the bodies piling up. Killing us softly with more than songs. Your word is as good as your false teeth. Who amongst you will fight for an honor that is batted down at every turn?
Don’t you all speak at once. We can only swallow a few lies at a time.
Make way for hardened hearts and stealthy forces. An untimely exodus is long overdue.
A Cornered Gurl 
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