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By Misti Lake Submitted by Misti Date: 2001 Aug 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.01.16.28.24979]] |
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...imagine for a moment that there is a different kind of heaven, honey no streets of gold no angelic choirs no bullshit instead an eternity of understanding, maybe an infinity of no compromise or stifling a world fit for your starry voice a world you can stretch and scream and dream in the kind of sanctuary you could never find on Earth constrained by common sense restrained by reason stained by eyes that drip acid disgust minds that don't trust your vision derision made you pace the floor climb the walls write Nobody Loves Me in bathroom stalls choking on the violence of unnoticed silence if there are angels we are all fallen and surviving on bitter fruit we keep our loot in bags and backpacks we grab for attention from passersby they shoot us with their cameras and our clay feet won't let us fly not in this world of blonde beauty idealism that's really nothing more than realism gussied up and shining for the early show I know the common secrets that bind us my sisters and brothers united in shame and mute agony I don't think we'll ever win I can't let myself love the glossy fakery can't get drowned in the sea of celebrity smiling disease don't tease me with your contract I made a pact with the devil already my soul is hanging from a ceiling somewhere but I still care and that is the beauty I still decide how to pretend pride is not a commodity I still feign dignity thinking of my sisters who were sold who died with their heads in ovens their bodies slumped in cars in garages all over suburbia pictures plastered and spit on a beautiful cast of thousands deaf to sad applause... |