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They consume hot dogs
Too
Like you
But they don’t eat dogs
Never, ever
They do not eat cats
They do not eat pets
Never, never.
Immigrants eat wild boars, wild hogs
There is something I know now that I didn't know then...
Back when recess existed and kids ran
To play games of tag or house or kick-ball
Back when I thought there was only right or wrong
Dear Hate, I hate you. Always have, always will.I hate how you ensnare, trap, and tangleand like a fly I danglein your web of red hot anger.I hate how you make me crumple li
I already have a gag around my mouthIt keeps me from speaking out.Heavy chains weigh down my mindThey keep me tied.
The rope is ready and set
How’s life? They ask
I say, hey it’s cool
While putting on my mask
Trying to be whole
Stop that, I wish they’ll say
But who am I kiddin’
Nobody gets me every day
One Year Back:
Ribs sickly sticking through skin, spine running down my back;
Sunken craters haunt my face holding in eyes that don't shine anymore.
School is back.Heavy back packs andPanic attacks.Wanting to rip your hair out in math.Getting up so fucking early just to look nice for people who will say you look like crap anyway.
almost every night she storms into the living room after her bath
roaring mad silent seething
eyes bulging in her head
her every movement over-exaggerated
her words sharp and cutting
i was just laughing at something. don't remember what.
you just wanted to suck the mirth from me because that is what you do
it's mother's day tomorrow.
this is why i hate this holiday.
and did you know?
the dermatologist tells me i'm not defined by my skin.
in my head, i laugh a little.
i am not defined by my skin, this woman tells me, as i'm crying crocodile tears,
Its like i want you to stay here an let my mind be at ease, but its hard to please when my heart is at need
To the people who said they were my friends then completely ruined me:
Thank you.
Thank you for totally destroying my ability to trust anyone.
I have this friend,
She's super nice but she is really racist.
I have this friend,
He's so good-looking but he just a little sharper than the floor I'm standing on (if you know what I mean)
I have this friend,
In the recent years I have come to realize that I identified the scent of my father purely through the distinctive stench of his cigarettes.
I'm freaking out
I'm upside down
I'm scared and afriad
I want to know my fate
But when I do
I still won't have a clue
Of what to do
With myself
For my health
A man.
Standing tall with his head held high,
to bad there's no gap between his thighs.
A man.
With eyes that only see the future,
if only the world could see his tummy tuck suture.
Why do I suffer?
Why do I hide?
Why do I stay silent to this?
I could never reach your approval.
Why do I even try?
Why do I bother with you?
To strive and hold is what matters most
The love we have sometimes hard to control
We can fight and argue all day long
But in the end we know whom we belong
Life isn't what I thought, It's full of mystery...
Too fast and short, too bad too good,
Different people different manners,
Too hot too cold, too lively too dull,
The salt burns my eyes
I've repeatedly told myself useless lies
I scream at myself, alone
There's no one else, because no one's home
"Stop crying! Stop crying!"
"Being this weak is embarrassing!"
Prick my finger on thistle
That speaks sweetly, of royalty
Find the moth-eaten holes in its words
Through the smell of my copper-scented blood
Trap me in amber and hide me away
My shadow's a Sequoyah, so tall and big,
But I'm just a twig.
It's branches extend,
While mine just bend.
Trunk kept erect by skinny roots,
Body kept standing by fragile shoots.
It's glory undaunted,
The city's ubiquitous form floods the room
Room filled with the scent of molding tea leaves
Leaves fluttering to the ground in dead clusters never again to bloom
Again, she sits, and stares and waits.
"You don't know what I say in my mind
Close to my heart"--"get your face out of their behind!"
"You think you're so this and so that
all that pride and ego talking, take a seat"...so she sat
I suddenly realized
(at five years old)
Death applies to me too
That children become grown-ups
who become grandmas
who were the ones who died
And I was a children.
You have to become a surgeon to find the pieces of nonconformity which they have hidden internally
I’m like a vine of ivy
I need a tree to climb
I will grow so long and lithe
I’ll make that flora mine
The moment I reach the sky
feel O2 in my green
Red light from our sinking star
fills the setting sky,
must it be that every night
the lovely sun must die?
Music notes
Play in my head
Sparking laughs, tears and shame.
The girl I used to be
Lost along the way.
Tunnels and mazes
Hide her pain.
Where is she?
When will she come back?
