Don’t tell my mother if they kill me #2

Don’t tell my mother if they kill me #2
Tell my mom I hit the avalanche with both hands, 
swept up the saw dust of old white men up to my abdomen
made them listen to those who are actually losing their livesdidn’t let them insert some woebegone bs into a conversationthat extends beyond a nation or a tongue or continent
Tell my mom I ran for the safety song of the forever-nomadswept up in the rubble of our oppressor, I never stayed stillenough to be found out or taken down, hell