Don’t Shoot

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Momma told me to come down for dinner
I was laying on the moon
Give me two seconds Momma for I am not ready to rest
“Baby girl, it’s time to come in, I will not ask you again”
Just once, I disobeyed
I sat on the moon while the world stood at my foot
Aching in sorrow of today’s generation
Momma, I’m not ready to come down, I like it up here
For I no longer wore poker faces
Feared attractive lies
I was free of enslavement
I bathed in orchids of the sun
I was free of enslavement
I played with the children of Venus
Ate ice cream with the Martians
I was free of enslavement
Momma, I like it here, no one disappears from bullets
I just want to live on the moon
“I promise to let you go back up after dinner”
I’ll come down, Momma
I’ll come down
But, only if they don’t shoot.

Photo Cred: Me
©A-Jjahlov Powell, 2019

 

 

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