angry is me
she her hers
yelling
pulling patches of curls out
that i was blessed with
why am i destroying
my blessings
angry is more than an emotion to me
its an action
i grew my nails out
so i could carve
the pain into my skin
my scrapes glisten
like my glitter poetry pens
it’s not a
sin
**** i wish i had that bottle of
gin