I REMEMBER ADULTS SPEAKING FOR ME
BEING RAISED BY BROKEN GLASS AND CIGARETTES
GETTING USED TO THE FEELING OF MISERY AND ITS WONDERFUL WINDOW OF ESCAPISM
A CHILD OF AN ILLEGIBLE VOW UTTERED ONLY FROM MEMORY
NOTHING TO A NAME EXCEPT IMAGINATION WITHOUT GRACE
I WAS THE PRODUCT OF AN IGNORED RED FLAG
THE MOODY MUSICIAN AND THE ABUSED CHRISTIAN
FLORAL PRINT COUCHES AND HAND ME DOWN CLOTHES
BROKEN LOCKS REFLECTING OUR BROKEN HOME ON A BROKEN FOUNDATION
LIVING PAINFULLY COUNTING SECONDS OF LAUGHTER
I LEARNED THE USES OF HERBS IN PLACEMENT OF LIPSTICK BRANDS
LISTENED TO CONCERTOS INSTEAD OF BEAT BOXING
TIED SHOELACES IN A SECOND FOR CHILDREN OF THE COUNTRYSIDE
BUT I REGRET NOTHING OF WHAT MADE ME OLD FASHIONED AND CAPABLE
I AM MADE FROM THE SAME WOOD SHAVINGS AND DIRTY FINGERNAILS AS THE SOLDIER
WHO DOESN'T FEEL IN CONTROL AND WISHES FOR AN OFF SWITCH
BECAUSE IN OUR HUMBLE ABODE WHERE EGOS FORCED US TO OUR KNEES
WE CONQUERED THE SLAVE DRIVER TO QUESTION OUR OWN FREEDOM
TO FIND KINDNESS ON THE FLOOR AND PAIN WITHIN THE LIGHT
WE ARE YOUR CHILDREN
YOUR FRANKENSTEIN MONSTER OF FEELINGS AND MISTAKES
WON'T YOU STIFLE US WITH YOUR TEARS?
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Healing
PoetryShe's not okay, but writing it down helps. - Part I: It's time to rip off the band-aid. Poems: slam, traditional, free-verse. The first twenty are not up to par with the others, but this is an ongoing journey so I feel the need to include them...
