Poems from irisbateman
Hunger is no longer a feeling
That sits in the pit of my stomach.
The first time I skipped a meal
It was summer, so we were out of school...
If I could sit there with you now
Your body coiled up on the floor,
All your seven years of life
Amounting to the aching in your side,
I...
My mommy and her new boyfriend
Bought me a bike,
A blue and red Mongoose
With shiny wheels.
And the man who was to become
My eternal...
My body is covered in scars.
Some external,
Some internal;
I drew some of them myself
When I was alone and no one could...
The way it felt when I
Was six years old and
For the first time
Someone told me I was worthless.
It came as a shock,
And with a pain that...