JASON REYNOLDS

writin' and whatnot

Day 14 of 30

UNTITLED I was born behind a crimson veil That was passed to me through DNA And in order for me not to fail I must somehow tear that veil away

Must somehow tug a loosened thread Until the hatred hem is torn To finally lift the heavy red That's blocked my view since I was born

I'll snip and clip at every scar Let fabric feather to the floor To see us all for who we are And see the world for so much more