I wear you every day.
A delicate fabric that can tear at any moment.
I can’t give you away,
you’re sewn into my skin.
But
maybe
I can layer you
with a new coat material,
fresh warmth,
strong lining,
bold buttons,
that tie our seams together
so nothing can rip us apart.

You are not
a product of what the public eye
wants to see
You are not
a slave of the community
Always in doubt whether they will
agree
with how you think and act
You are an individual
part of the pack but not
a full-time follower of the flow
Remember that

Sometimes
I'm not sure
if writing
is breaking
me apart
or putting me
back together.

In other words,
you are healing.

Cornered
again
by battles
left behind,
I realized
that my
weakest
elements
are my
strongest
allies.

Stop
tripping
over
a path
you’re
not on.

We got an orange president
and no way to report the news
They divided us and they conquered
I don't give a **** about you
You don't give a **** about me
Or us, or them, or justice, or humanity
We just gotta get the thumbs up,
the validation
and the evil green.

What if every emotion
that refuses to live
below the surface
is a guardian angel.
Protecting
what’s underneath
while we heal
and grow wings.
When we’re ready,
they’ll open the gates,
so we can take flight.

Today
is a present
yesterday
could never
give and
tomorrow
could never
take away.

I should’ve
savored
your sweet
before it
turned bitter.
What I would do
for one more
squeeze.

Others
may try to
chime in,
but you’re
the only
one who
can dance
to your
song.