One day you will wake up and find
that you can’t say a word
that you are far too frustrated, too grieved,
too passive, too afraid
You want to punch your mother
but you also want to hold her close
You think you were born for a reason
but you can’t seem to love yourself
You want to leave so badly but
life takes you deeper than you ever wanted to go
It says, “you belong here”
but you don’t.
These were the thoughts I couldn’t express aloud.
This was the manifestation of an overflow of emotion.
Grow up not knowing how to use your mind, your tongue
your heart, your hands
Poetry was like learning a new language that forewent all
You listen, you speak, you write
You don’t fall in love with a language until you find people who have cherished it for years
I see these people who can speak wonders and clamor for more
Tell me I belong here,
and I do.
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