Pick up the wounded dove, there’s poison in you love
Pain entwined with love
Stitched in the feathers of a catholic dove
Hold our
Skin, we’re the colors that we’ve always been
Nation, incarceration
Narrative, stories of faces in the towns we live
Killing threads, iron
Cages
Are you?
Familiar
But how I know you shouldn’t be familiar
Familiar
But how I know you shouldn’t be familiar