Hey all,
I found this in my old notes and thought I share, it was intense, and I like how removed and completely joined I feel when reading it.
Enjoy and Love.
Who defines who we are when we awaken in a war filled time zone
Where 1st world countries suffer under the evils of mind control and poisoned filled food
as 3rd world countries suffer ugly truths and no food at all.
Who defines the woman who awakens in a bed soaked with her own sweat
and where there should be blood there are only tears
And where there is blood, there are scars in need of healing.
Who defines the spirit that awakens in a body where all natural needs are unfulfilled
What spirit doesn't shut in on itself and die under these conditions?
I have died a thousand times today
Yet, I am here.
