CRUELTY

BY NAYELLI VACA
It isnt cute.
It isnt funny.
Voice like a firing pin,
Hoping we would all catch FIRE.
We are stuck with you
As if we would be impressed,
With the dexterity,
Of your animosity
It isnt cute.
It isnt funny.
We will not let you make dinners,
Out of the things we
You have talked
Into death,
And laughed.

feel.

strangers

You have praised suffering

Waltzed,
In between

tragedies.

It isnt cute.
It isnt funny.
You made land shiver,
Boys and girls pray

fears,

You lived off our

As if you could taste,

What we

feel.

As if,
Your hearts,
Were all stolen TREASURES.
It isnt cute.
It isnt funny.
You brood over humanity,
Made meals of our hope.
Concepts,
Like love,
F
E
L
L into your GRAVITY.
It isnt cute.
It isnt funny.
Days and nights
BECOME MEANINGLESS.
You crept into,
Our lives with tongues,
Like knives.
Stabbing your words
Into our,
Skin.
It isnt cute.
It isnt funny.
You knit pain into,
A kind of camouflage.

Treated,
Hope,
Like a mirage.
We are stuck with you.
It isnt cute.
It isnt funny.
Turning freedom,
Into cruelty.

IT ISNT CUTE.
IT ISNT FUNNY.
IT ISNT FUNNY.
IT ISNT CUTE.