it's so hard to love
love is the hardest thing to do
the hardest thing to find
the hardest thing to have
the hardest thing to see
the hardest thing to be
the hardest thing to define
the reason we're not free
is a thin line locked behind
love is the key
the love we had
is now in captivity
silent no activity
a broken ceramic nativity
shattered clay molds
too hot to hold
dropped by the potter
the heat from the oven
could not be stood
broken pieces
and splinters of wood
wasn't the plan
how much love
can one stand
it's just to hard
to love after being
the subject of so much hate
over a course of years
crops grew from the ancestors tears
faith alone is what we stand on
yet we remain
scared straight
swept up and disposed of
told that we are supposed
to love that which
broke us
provoke us
and choke us
bleep, bleep, bleep
trust I want to cuss
but I can't cross the borders
that denotes that my speech
is out of order