Congratulations!
it's cancer awareness month.
Just wanted you to be aware,
your mother has cancer.

Welcome!
to stage four,
two to seven months
to live.

You have been chosen!
to grieve for these next few months
and pray to a God who may
or may not listen.

Dear Daddy,
Do you know what these men say to me?

With their
eyes and their mouths
when I walk on the street.

With a grin and a nod
and a look up and down.
A wink and a kiss
and a cat call heard from downtown.

With my skirt short
and my top
low,
It’s a cold world daddy
and no
doesn’t mean no.

Daddy do you know
how these men look at me?

Like I’m a piece of meat
strutting down the street?
With my head buds in
and my favorite song on.

I’m asking for it Daddy,
I’m in the wrong.

Do you know how it feels
not to wear what I like?

To walk a little faster
when I’m alone at night?

Daddy the world is my predator
and I am it's doe,
Daddy what happens
when I can’t say no?

I pretended,
and got good at it.
But that didn't make it any easier.

I lied,
and got good at it.
But that didn't make it any easier.

I stole,
and got good at it.
But that didn't make it any easier.

I cheated,
and got good at it.
But that didn't make it any easier.

I ****** up,
and got good at it.
But that didn't make it any easier.

The street four stories below me,
captivates me the same as the ocean.
Dark and smoothly paved roads,
paired with car engines that call to me,
the sirens of the street.
All I want is to drown in
the dark abyss below.

Just a little warrant.
Nothing important enough
to break up our invaluable and vital
small talk.

The kid can wait.
He should be used to it by now,
waiting for those voices to go away,
for those people to leave his family alone.

Just a mental illness
A lost cause,
who brought this upon himself.

The kid should be thankful,
for people like us,
We protect the city with our oblivion.
There are no problems with our system,
because we ignore the mentally ill.

And everybody knows
if you don’t see something,
It probably doesn’t exist.

I am impressed
at how easily you caught me,
just to toss me back into the
relentless waves of society.

You have won.
You triumph
in the game that is the sea.

But I can't help but wonder,
was it because I am too easy a catch?
Or are you so skilled and so experienced,
that you felt nothing when you threw me back?