I think he wrote me a poem
Though he won't tell me so
But it hit me like a warm spring breeze
I think he wrote that poem for me

I'm not sure that being gay
Means you should hashtag everything you write
With #gay
You're discussing the weather,
And I'm just not sure Mother Nature is a lesbian.

All these mental health issues
Invading all our teens
Gender no longer known
By through what you ***
(Could it really be that simple?)
Everyone's got an acronym
Placed upon their chart
A laundry list of drugs
In the pharmacy cart
It used to be when life
Pelted us with rocks
We all went about it
Taking the hard knocks

Hello,
I'm the girl who says too much
I get it off my mind
Most of the time
I do my best
An attempt at being kind
But at times, I disagree
This is not a taunt
I just like being free
Expressing how I want

You ask me what my diet is
and I am reminded that for three years of my life
All I had in my lunchbox
were jam sandwiches
Single slices of own brand bread
with scrapings of red in the center
If there was anything there
at all
And I tell you that I've never had a problem
with portion control

You ask me again how I stay so skinny
and I think of all the days I spent
rummaging through bare cupboards
Looking for something I could have
for dinner
As I tell you that I have always
been like this

You wrap ******* around my
wrist and joke that a breeze would ******* away
and I can see myself now
11 years old and 5 foot nothing
Pushing my sister in her pram
up a hill on the way home from
school
Straining under the weight
And I tell you that my body had
never failed me when it wasn't windy out

You demand to know why nothing I eat sticks to me
But I can't tell you how my frame
hasn't yet gotten used to being full
of something other than rage
And I don't think I would recognize
the girl who wasn't starving
and stuffing her face
So I tell you that I just don't know

You can't help but ask why I didn't just buy myself something extra
And I smile when I think of the small
amount that I had to spend
and the fiver worth of sweets it went on
that I handed to my baby siblings as I shut the door
to their room
On the worst day I can remember
Because they didn't have to be hungry too
So I didn't eat a single one

But I tell you that skinny is just a memory I didn't get to give back.

1
-       Of you
2
           +

     1
     -       Of me
     2

        =

     One of US....

         We are all just a fraction of love