We storm like kings
because we are poor
we dive like kamikaze crows
We command like swords
every word is an in axe in our hands
salve to the creaky hinge
We strike like boughs
as if we don't break
how we cover our heads
We ring like bells
as if we don't give
watch our homes cleft in two
We sigh like waves
and hold our breath like so
took bed sheets as our guard
We hold like breaks
as if we could heave
how we cover our heads
stave cool, draw blood,
topple houses when they say that "we're rebuilding"
locked to a ball & chain
because you call it thus
and with so much to give
all this fiery want
under precious vow and
under resolute cause
all this burning heart prepared
I put it in my hope chest
every single conjured change
I put it in my hope chest
ELABORATION:
The institution of marriage, especially in hardcore circles, is met with derision. Broken homes and certain situations are seen as symptomatic, as if marriage itself were the problem, that relationships are rife for hurt. I see such strength in the people involved in this community, nothing is beyond their grasp. I believe that your life is yours to create. We have the ability to not run in our parent’s ruts, and repeat their mistakes. We have the ability to have loving relationships.
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