Poem: Oppression

Oppression is like a leaky pipe,
From the ceiling,
Dripping water,
Like tears,
Into a bucket,

Oppression is the stale smell,
That haunts you,
From generational wounds,
Sorrows,

Oppression is,
Crying over the sink,
Tears leaking through the pipes,
Dripping into a bucket,

Oppression is a dial tone,
Can't make the call,

Thunder,
Thunder,

Oppression is our hands over our face,
Collecting our tears,
As we wipe them on our pants,
Into the laundry,
Leaking from the pipe,
Like tears,
Into a bucket,

Oppression is,
Confinement,
Four walls toppling onto us,
Barreling onto us,
No voice,
No voice,
Cold,

Thunder,
Thunder,

Oppression is layers,
Layers of film around the bucket,
That form,
Hard to clean,
Hard to remove,

Thunder,
Thunder.