It's too expensive
to live in this world,
covered in so many bruises,
Convincing you it's safe
when you look from out in space.
As I sit, scribbling this down
under the lampshade
I realize that nothing is safe
not even the words I say.

You are a puzzle,
different things piece together to make you,
different verses,
different interests,
different traits,
different desires,
different claims,
different culture,
different race.
If they wish not to understand, do not make them.
You do not have to prove to anyone, but yourself
that you are a beautiful creature, inside and out.

In this world
of suffering and pain,
I find solace ​within
the ​pages of a book
and the world it carries.