The Beads On Our Wrists Poem by Jordan Crider

Dirty child walk this way,
Leather toes over rusty clay,
Petty crimes you commit stain your pathetic feet,

You laugh so hard, so innocent,
5 colors of a beaded bracelet,
sing you safely to sleep,

But you let it go and turn away,
Another tourist who’s got it made,
A memory fading like the rest,
And I some to reality, staring at my bracelet,

Cause it’s the 19 beads wrapped around my wrist,
When my thoughts shed selfish blood,
That keep me there away from this pyramid,
And take me back to honest love,

Forget yourself and you’ll remember,
Or kickback lazy umbrella drinker,
With the pretty people on the pretty pews,

Plant yourself overseas,
Take time to harvest some sympathy,
Or watch your back, cultivate a cocoon,

But you shrug it off, and turn away,
With tourist t-shirt on display,
A memory failing like the rest,
And I escape, staring at my bracelet,

Cause it’s the 19 beads wrapped round my wrist,
When our actions pay in blood,
That keep me here, so blessed,
And take me back to cheap love,

Cause it’s the 19 beads wrapped around my wrist,
When my thoughts shed selfish blood,
That keep me there away from this pyramid,
And take me back to honest love

So start the show, its so slow its…
Criminal, what we do…
So shine you’re shoes, and just forget…

These beads on my wrist
These beads on my wrist
These beads on my wrist
These beads on YOUR wrist