Prey upon these eyes of azure

Allow me to invite you into the chasm lit only by flashes of light

Since you so desperately seek to know why my gaze only sees images of my burnt pasture

Here you stand with lens in hand to capture my sorrow before I am forced again to flight

To immortalize my face before the ashy skin on my feet crack and fracture

Under the weight of false sins that strike me like lightning bolts raining in white rapture

,

Bleeding blood of my people, my image is preserved on a photograph so your career can soar

Lie with lies so that your false stories of my eyes can be conserved in lore

Evenings of yours spent in Carnegie halls as they clap for your encore

Saving lives with pictures taken from afar, they expect a repetition of this echo of war

So you return, just to see what little remains of my body lay strewn across the floor.

*The opinions and ideas expressed are solely those of the author, and may not reflect the opinions of The Bronx Brand*

Forhad Rahman believes that when you live in the Bronx, you’re never kept in a bubble. It allows for its residents to grow and be accepting of people from all walks of life. From the good to the bad, the heartwarming to the terrifying, the Bronx has given him access to so much inspiration to draw from. Living in the Bronx means you have to live with your heart on your sleeve, and what better way for artists to live?

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