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90 percent of me is broken


A house beyond repair


The ceiling is cracking

The floors are attacking


Wood sprung upwards

As if to grip you down as it breaks apart


When will you realize

Its time to leave


Stop using your stupid emotions


Use your brain

Your logic

Your knowledge


Forget your bleeding heart


I –

I am the cause of your pain


This house will only bring misery.

Please get out while you can

You must be aware.

It crumbles



Disintegrates before your very eyes


I beg you. Do not allow it to take you down


The work will take time

The work will take money


All things that should not be wasted on a house that’s needs to be decimated


It offers little

Need much more then some scribbles

Plans on a paper

Never meant for much more


Leave me on the side of the road

Where you are safe

Free from the shackles of a house

That can barely perform its most important, essential



The outside may seem alluring

Beauty that masks the horror


Don’t get involved

I promise

It will be all okay


The house will survive

At least for now


Don’t let it fool you

It’s not worth your time


10 percent of me is fine


I’ll hang on

After all

Gravity likes to take it’s suffocating schedule

Allowing the wind to push and pull

The ground to shake and startle

Elements to take their best shot at knocking me to the ground


Life will move on

Without me


Like it does

Like it will continue to do


I am grateful that you care

But put away that virtue

Save it away

For a house who deserves you


Not curse

Covered in grime and infection



With a house who is 90 percent fine

10 percent problems

Gives more than takes

Leaves less then it was left


For I am house beyond repair




Leave me behind

Poems By RRA

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RRA is an emerging new poet with a deeply honest and brave voice. Her repetitive lines in "I Can't Breathe" capture the personal stress the poet feels and also pushes the reader forward with urgency to see the destructive nature of mankind if the social and political event of the poem is left unresolved

In addition, RAA likes to express her creativity through photography and drawing. For fun, she trail rides her horse, LoneStar.



I can’t breath 

He said

Now we honor his death



And vengeful


We sit with this weight

The weight of his death




Hasn’t been the only one

Hasn’t been the only time

Hasn’t been the only son

Hasn’t been the only daughter 

This world has lost 

Because of their skin

Because of their body

Not because what they did


We morn 

We cry out

Our suffocated screams

Bring about

A Revolution


And riots

That tear down the meaning

The meaning of our stance

“No more violence”

We plead


Yet instead of focusing on a solution 

We fight about the problem













“Please stop”

“We are humans”

I shout

“Not bad not good, human”


I am ignored

I am unworthy 

Unworthy to support a cause

As great as this

I have no say

And yet I say


“Stop, stop, stop”

“Please stop killing”

“Please stop rioting”

“Please stop refusing to watch”

“Refusing to accept”


I beg 



He can’t breath

But we can’t live 

till this is fixed

We can’t live 

Because he couldn’t breath



Text and photo copyright© 2020 RRA

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