her eyes were green
with golden flecks
candy apple red staining
the center ring
flowing out into a dark forest ivy
her lips soft and plump
like bubblegum
puckered out like
a blooming flower
rosey cheeks painted
with a gentle watercolor
and freckles speckling
her little button nose
like snow
last of all her hair
the perfect strawberry field
red, auburn, ginger
smelling fresh and pure
she smiles

to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

Die from mortal wounds
Or die from starvation

Die the death of debt

Which doctor
Is not a witch doctor?
Surgery on your security
Held at knifepoint,
Savor the scalpel of rich robbers

The nurse
Is a curse
To your purse

Drown in blood
Or drown in bills

The Hypocritical Oath prevails

Dread the eruption of poor patience.

I could not outrun my name

nor the expectations that came with it.

You wore it as a badge

I wore it as a curse.

Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't

if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...