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Flowers in the Addict
Written By Alethea Jimison
Did mama lock you in the addict?
Did she give you the remote to control the blood in your veins?
You used to dream, but they programmed you into believing your dreams are in vain.
Your dreams of heroism are insane.
Did your petals wilt underneath the pressure of a society with agendas of controlling your batteries?
Did you let them tell you unhappiness with brokenness is a disease?
But wellness is you on your knees?
Only weak people who don’t understand things that are different call it crazy.
Weak…ass…pansies.
Yeah, I said it.
Weakness is trivial AF. Yet, so…common.
It’s no wonder you’re so bored with life.
You can always watch Netflix if you want to avoid yourself.
Set your dreams on a shelf
Like an elf
They laugh
You laugh
You scream
Let’s all scream for ice cream
Ouch! Did that hurt my delicate little flower?
We’re just flowers in the addict
With clocks that Tick
With aches that itch
We smother our dreams with societal programming
Too busy cramming
Lies in our mind disguised as life
Nothing more than crimes
To control the flowers in the addicts.
Buckle up butter cup.
The truth hurts,
I know you want to cancel that though.
But …you …can’t.
You’re just a flower in the addict.
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