(2015)
#Skin
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench