Against the Gray, Against the Black

This is for the kids that have fist fights with the mornings,

Wrestling with their sheets

Imagining

That they’re being choked just by 
waking up.
 
I know about the black inside your lungs,

I have swallowed it for years,

I am still emptying my chest,

Why do you think I bleed ink?
 
Suicide sunk into my scream,

It’s cut my throat so many times that

Now I’m afraid to speak.

I hope nobody ever ends up like me,

I hope we can all find a way to breathe.
 
This is for every kid with the barrel loaded,

Razors tucked against their wrists,

Parents using words as fists,

Our hands frozen by our minds

Praying the metal won’t slip
 
Knowing that the safety never clicked,

Knowing that the pills will make them sick,

Knowing that the rope is too thick,

Knowing that depression has a tight grip.
 
Lower your shoulders

Let the pressure sink into your spine.

You’re safe,

You’re here,

I will wrap you in my arms,

You are mine.
 
This is for every kid who feels like they are not enough,

You are enough.

You are here, you are here, you are here,

Stay here with me.

Stay here, keep the scars away,

And if there are scars from before

Come to me, I will open my door and
Kiss every inch of skin where the blade went in.

I will kiss every inch of you where it hurts,

 
My little loves,

I will love you until it burns.

You have been so cold

It will be winter no more.

We’ll have summer twelve months a year

And even if it rains,
 
We will dance in the streets until the 
sun comes back again.
This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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