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Lumberjack Jungle

Explode your revved chainsaw belts into my soul.
Brake my arms into lumber,
flanges into pencils,
Push lifeless graphite into my pupils,
Rub your acrylic finger on my mahogany shoulders,
Blend the tree bark browns into my coarse skin,
etch your initialed love-hearts in my flesh.
envision masterpieces as you press your flesh against my skin,

You see...
I enlightened Sir Issac newton of gravity,
I gave Hercules golden apples but I've been here long before Greek mythology
do you remember me?
My lifeline run roots deeper than African kings' bloodlines
and you ask why my skin is so rich?
Why I stand so tall but easily broken?
How You can go to jail for fighting dogs but
populations are continuously murdered in the open with no one arrested?
My Oak brothers being hung by their necks,
Maple sisters being cut throats,
Redwood cousins burned alive,
chain-ganged and made into something
more ”useful”.

And all I can do is hope
that one day we will be liberated.
Be mounted once again with all knowledge and life in our branches
like Eden,
but that day isn't here yet,
So go ahead

Explode your revved chainsaw belts into my soul,

we scream,

Brake my arms into lumber
flanges into pencils,

but no one seems to hear our Willows weeping,

Push lifeless graphite into my pupils,
Rub your acrylic finger on my mahogany shoulders,
Blend the tree bark browns into my coarse skin,
and remember
as you exhale poison,
I breathe back into you life
so Don't be surprised when you inhale...





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