Hanging in the ties of anxiousness,
I can no longer agree with stillness,
I need to rescue myself from this pressure,
of grinding and blending my mind,
with no juice, no juice,
My children are starving, no juice🙄
No humming song ,this makes me restless,
I am overwhelmed😪
of unspoken consonants and vowels,
flowing in my blue and red pipes,
under my skin, my own skin😒
I bet these fruits are concentrated and stiff,
for when I pass them through the sieve,
no juice, my children are starving😣,
will they understand me,
that am not poor as they think?🤔
That am still living in the same orchard?
with every kinds of fruits😋?
same Melody in my heart🎶,
steady than my heart beat,
but when I grind my fruits
no juice, my children are starving😣
©highness11
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