if God takes life, He's an indian giver

by Rachel Lynch in


youthful intentions, my body doesn't stay in one place.  the way i breath is like black lust, dirty lungs, born-again nonsense and letters from a passed day. they've missed the boat, forgot how to live in today and we in turn forgot how to live in yesterday. they call us evil, but we're just grateful to wake up in the same place some days. some of us don't have fathers, but you expect us to act like we do and criticize us when we don't. enough with your old ways, American the beautiful. Say hello to today.