Needles

Are you feeling left behind?

The footsteps you are following

Are covering landmines

Every constructed enemy

Is an outgrowth of white supremacy

We’re being blessed with a covered face

And the rope around our neck

’Cause I got needles in my hands

Needles in my pockets

Every drop of blood

Is a pain that’s worth it

We are looking for any open door

Don’t go through expecting there might be one more

The future’s there to learn

From the past, I guess

But it will never fit into an hourglass

I can’t own what you can’t own

All my answers

Seem so useless when they’re told

Because each of them

Is leading to more questions

Are you happy, do you suffer enough?

Are you working, do you suffer enough?

Are you dying, do you suffer enough?

Was it worth it?

’Cause it’s gonna stay the same