How am I supposed to make big decisions
when I still have to sing the alphabet in my head
to get the right letter.
I'm still learning how to nicely
behave around watermelon seed
babies because I didn't
had many family picnics
growing up.
I was forced to chew
on these hard truths
early on.
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
