Take it away, go and hide
Never heard the awkward ride
Smudged face to the ground
It's the beating sound

The sound of the heart exhausted in fear
The sound of hatred pouring clear
Hands harden painted black
emotions tied in a sack
Tied to time
Tied to crime
It's the night of the moon
Heart beating to the grind

Should have looked up
And seen something new

Original Artwork and Poetry of Artist Jen Shearer

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