Missing utopia!

Fisting utopia!
Held beneath her breath!

Solace in the unknown,
a carrot to chew
and a shelter to call home,

I survived in a stranger’s bed,
a ticket to a play
and a nigger pillow for my head,

thoughts to cry,

I survived!
I survived!

And I’m still breathing…

I’m alive!
Missing utopia!

Music never ending,
a tear for Spotify!

Took a ticket to a play,
just to say,
I heard a black man say:

“Slaves we were on boats of clay,
white men bring us here,
and you took what we gave!”


Perfectly forgotten,
crackers and white boys,
and I’m still breathing!

Crying into a shower stall,
holding under armour
just to shit in an open stall,

but I’m alive!

I’m alive!
I’m alive!

I’m alive and missing utopia…



About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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