Poems from macherma
Maybe you fall down sometimes
Maybe the voices speak up again
Maybe you get lost easily
Maybe you don’t have to have everything figured...
These are your hands and
This is how you tell the world you’re not all bad
These are your wrists, those are your scars,
This is your story...
Sometimes it occurs to me
That everything I struggle with
Is because of you
You will never wear a welcome mat
As well as the porch steps...
Let me tell you what bullying is
Bullying is mean words that get under your skin
And the only way to get them out is
By tearing open your...
From Your Father:
I was not raised to be what you need.
I will never love you
And I left to spare you that pain.
I was never ready to be...