Stories

A poem to describe me is a blank page

Not because I am nothing

But because I do not want to be seen.

 

The ink is hiding under the paper.

Sometimes

I may form words.

Sometimes

I believe in others.

 

Stories

The first whisper.

 

Causes are easy to find.

Abuse

subtypes:

emotional

verbal

witness to physical

child

Women’s rights

subtype:

feminist

Men’s rights

subtype:

...feminist? Really?

yes feminism is about men too

my brothers bled for sexism--

okay got it

whatever

Non-Christian

subtype:

Neo-Pagan

Non-White?

subtype:

Hispanic? Ish?

my dad is so dark people think he’s Arabic--

let’s go with white

you’re pale enough

All I am is a cause.

 

Victim

Haunts me.

My fault

Haunts me.

 

But if you’re lucky

I’ll write you a story.

And it won’t be true.

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