Dodge cars and **** self confidence
Go round and **** compliments
Incompetence of divine providence
Confess but stay anonymous
To helmets that give fake safety
Say they deliver you safely
To something that kills when i taste thee
Vindictive to past
But past is obdurate
Killing a cause that i cant its innate
Grows to inflate
Changes this fate
Or cant its to late
Loose weight
Deflate
Bend back to stay straight
Drift far to relate
So ill **** your self confidence
You- theres everything wrong with it
**** and never be the same as since
Cry but be silent
Flinch but don't wince
And dodge cars while i can
I got hit
Every time that i ran
But still run
When i wish  
I could sit
Know that i won't
But still pray to be hit
So ill **** your self confidence
And
Dodge cars while i can

Not black but a fading grey
A low perspective
I see as a child
Only in colours
And my own vocabulary
And with only my tone
I talk to the world
And it talks back while it twirls
And I'm back to just being a little girl
With the soft air holding my hand
Walking me through
Talking me through
Because I'm still scared of being alone
I need you
And i'm skipping but i just don't show it
And Im laughing but my mouth fails to move
Fails to do
Anything
Because i lost the world
I lost the air
And i lost you

The percussive April sounds
work themselves into a perfect storm
as the electric Spring hues-
you know the ones:
the shocking orange,
an almost toxic green,
explode with little regard to ceremony
and settle into spaces
that were splintered by winter
and buried away, forgotten and lonely.
It helps me remember that I am not the only thing
to survive the harsh reality of December.

And, trust me, it was easier said than done.
As the world around me shifts and begins to renew
I start to learn to grow back too.