The whole act felt like a fisherman gutting his catch
You struck my body with your knife and removed the parts that were unappetizing
All that was left was the meat, the tender and juicy meat
It was at that moment my body was never the same, there was no going back from where I came
I'd be wrapped and shipped off to the market place
I'd lie next to your other victims and spends nights and days within the cold
What once was fresh is now up for sale, no longer sacred no longer a holy grail

It’s always the wrong one that catch my attention

The straight white ones with skin like the sandy beaches of the Amalfi Coast

I’ve give them space in my head and they live there rent free, because my mind is like a New York City apartment, it’s high in demand

The well off undeserving ones find a way in, while those with less but still worth more look on from the outside

They fill me with looks and aesthetics I crave, but it’s only infatuation and will wither in a few days

Because reality’s a ***** and she’ll come with her riches, she’ll outbid these boys and tell them to leave with well wishes

Life:
I’d do anything for you
I don’t love you I need you the way that I need oxygen in order to survive in this carcass that I inhabit
You are all that matters to me
Love me and tell me that without me your life would be meaningless
I don’t call it the brain anymore, it’s a mansion created just for you to settle in and make a home
I’d do anything for you
I’d **** for you, I’d forsake those I love for you, I’d follow you anywhere you go
As long as this body functions like a machine it’s on a path headed towards you and only you
Death:
Enjoy your last supper, because you’ve committed sins that not even an all loving God could forgive
I’m outside your door and waiting for the right time to teach you what happens when you **** with a ******
I’ve been in contact with the Devil and he’s been waiting your arrival
Like a Samurai with temperament issues, you poked a bear that shows no signs of sympathy
I’ll hit you over the head like I’m Babe Ruth striking it out of the park
Pull out you insides like their string cheese in the the sticky hands of a ravenous five year old
Once finished I’ll give you to the only person who understands the rage I’m experiencing, the ocean. She’ll swallow you whole and let you soul be the motivation for the bitterness she keeps
As I walk away I’ll look back and think “Hmm”
Cause there’s no in between with me my love
It’s either life or death

I live in a time when we hide our faces
I live in a time when we still fight for equal rights for all races
I live in a time when school shootings are the norm
I live in a time when history is taking another new form

I live in a generation who jokes about death
I live in a generation who laugh and cry in a single shaky breath
I live in a generation who don’t believe the truth
I live in a generation who never had a happy youth

I live in a world while I scream and shout
I live in a world while no one lets me out
I live in a world while I am trying to cope
I live in a world while I cling to hope

I live in a place where school children are waiting to die
I live in a place where boys are told that “real men don’t cry”
I live in a place where dreams are killed
I live in a place where a higher death count means our leaders are skilled

Still, I live
In this place,
In this time,
And I will survive.

I live in a house
I live in a home
I live in a body I can call my own

I live in a bubble I’m trying to pop
I live in a mind unwilling to stop
I live in a note, a powerful song
I live in a voice that is still singing strong

When news of the pandemic reached my high school, no one was thinking of the impact that year.
We all thought that the government would never close our schools.
They would leave us to die, and we would wait to be killed.
The first thought when we were told that school would not be the same was, well this just means I won’t die by a bullet while trying to pass geometry.
When did trying to survive high school become so literal?
I am terrified that I will never hug my friends again.
I am terrified that I have had my last moments in high school.
I wanted a graduation.
I wanted a prom.
I wanted to sing and perform.
I wanted to be somewhat happy.
I don’t know how to stop this pain in my chest, spreading more and more hurting me beyond anyone’s comprehension.
I am so alone, and yet I crave the quiet.
It’s too loud, but no one is singing.
I just want to have the memories that everyone has.
I just want to hug my best friend again.
I want to worry about college, not how and when, and where I will die.
I want to be a kid, for the next few months.
Because this is the last chance I’ll get.
And the end of my childhood will be marked by months of being alone and devastated.
I just want to be a kid while I still can.

"It's a lonely world" a Girl did cry. She wept
and wept until Her tears ran dry.
Eyes were burning, still pained from the salt
"It's not worth it" spiralling Her thoughts.

What could She do? There's nought more left-
No bread nor jam nor time to rest.
Not a friend or foe besides Herself, not a place to sit,
not even dust on the shelf.

She sits there in quiet, interrupted by Her fears
because She knows She can't hold them back-
those dreaded saltine tears.

So When It Comes To Poems...
My Styles Are... FRESH... !!!

When It Comes To Subjects...
Like How We Humans BLEND...
And CREATE... Children... !!!

Or How We Choose To Defend...
Acts of... FOOLISHNESS... !?!

Like Those of VIOLENCE...
And Race IGNORANCE... !!!

The Type of Freshness...
That I’m QUICK To DISMISS... !!!

My Inks SO Fresh....
When It Comes To My Text...
And Insightful Concepts...
That A LOT of Heads...
Just CAN’T Comprehend... ?!?

How It Is That I Utilise My Mind...
And Am Able To Find Fresh Lines of Rhyme...
Pretty Much... ALL THE TIME... !!!

That Are ACCURATE...
As Well As... ADEPT...

When Speaking On...
This World And It’s WRONGS...

The... Environment...
And This NEW VIRUS... !!!

That Threatens To END...
Human EXISTENCE... !?!

Because of Governments...
Whose Heads Seem HELL BENT...
To CONTROL Populations...
Across WORLD Nations... !!!

A Vibe That’s STALE... !!!
That Will... Entail...

CONTROLS That Are Used...
To STOP What’s TRUE...
From Being Heard...
Or Being Viewed...

Because of Tools...
Now Used For Work...

And To TRACK The Herds...
Whose Health Rocks Nerves...
Because of New Curves...
Where Corona DISTURBS... !!!

FRESH Liks’ of Things...
That May Prove To STING... !!!

Like These... “ Women “...
Who Are Fresh Like TRICKS...
HUNGRY For Some BIG ****... !!!

Ya See I’m Fresh Like THIS... !!!

Them Gyal’ Right There...
Are Some DUTTY *****... !!!!

My Freshness SCARES Because It DARES...
To DISMISS Wares That These Devils Share... !!!

Cos’ When It Comes To THEM... !!!

I Care Like BEARS...
That Are Trapped And Snared... !!!

So They Should BEWARE... !!!
of My Verse And Poems... !!!
Because They WON’T Be Penned... !!!

So I Guess That There...
Prepares This For The End... !!!

of These Words That Express...
And Make CLEAR To These Heads...

Who CLAIM To... “ Be The BEST “... !!!
That They’re Flows Are WORTHLESS... !!!

Because UNLIKE MINE...

They’re CLEARLY NOT...

........... “ Fresh “.........