of a photograph
a hole the shade of skin
a family all smiles
but one does not fit in
a paper tear,
a paper teardrop
stains the film
that should be
that shouldn't be?
a ripped reality
peering through the tinted glass
for something you can't see
a blurry fragment
one of my drafts! it's been awhile huh :)
whose voice will you read my poems in
after my bones have long been lying in my own second hand smoke
will you be able to remember how my youth sounded
by the time you read them again
i should apologize to my lungs, but it's you that i will always say sorry to
i used to think love was free
when you came to me
but then you had your fill
and aphrodite came back with the bill
think. think of everything that people must hate about you.
let it consume you until you forget to breathe
drop microscopic hints to people that you're not okay
breakdown when they don't get it
make excuses for them
fear that they do get it, but you just bother them so much that they don't care
start overeating, or eating nothing (with practice, you may be able to do a combination of both)
watch tv until you fall asleep on the couch every night
receive a notification on your phone that sends you spiraling into self loathing and wondering why the hell you did this in the first place because it doesn't make it better. it doesn't. it doesn't
feel selfish for even thinking about bothering anyone again just to satisfy your own stupid craving for attention
finally reach out
repeat steps one through fourteen. again and again and again.
sick of this.
i still wish you never showed me that song
because something so beautiful
shouldn't hurt me so much
will it be
to be human?
will skin be
be able to
my heart is so heavy.
i am not black, but i hear you. i am not black, but i see you. i am not black, but i stand with you. i am not black, but i will fight for you.
will this song
play on repeat?
when will they
justice. this song is called justice. and i will let it play until they hear it.