Iris
A stark and sour contradiction
an insult to she, whom i love
i shouldnt be such a faggot
i decorate my legs with cat scratches
too hight up for you to see
a stark contradiction to my sanity
which is just what i want you to see
if you truly knew
how unruly i can be
you'd see the amount that i key
into my thighs
so humaness leaves me
a breif second of peace
i get to see
yet only she knows this
because only she loves me
more of a sister than blood
more like my family
a revalation but dont be deceived
becuse when you are
it only hurts me
This poem is about:
Me
My family