Ancient Egypt

North Korea

is watching you break me

and in the night

I let them take me

 

Writing the hanzi

my hand starts shaking

and you’re itching

and I schratch you in my min ’til I bleed

 

In low archer stance

I try to get stronger

There won’t be much snow

but the nights will be longer

 

I drift away

sitting among them

Sometimes I meet their eyes

Sometimes I hit the bag ’til I bleed

 

I’m running in darkness

you won’t hold my hand

I’m picking up pieces

I can’t understand

I miss Ancient Egypt

I wish I was there

I can’t see you crying

I can’t see you care

 

And

I animate my life

with creatures without names

they know

like me

that being cute is not enough

 

I’m running in darkness

you won’t hold my hand

I’m picking up pieces

I can’t understand

I miss Ancient Egypt

I wish I was there

I can’t see you crying

I can’t see you care