Powerless

Spider veins become her tattoos
Story lines mimed the times
She danced
The times she walked for miles
The times she stood
For what she believed
The truth perceived
Fantasies become real

Scars for days
Slaves in ways
The common man
Simply cannot recognize
Cognizant
Reminiscing times gone by
Wise words spoken
Fall upon deaf ears
And revolution is led by
Those that see
But never by those in power