weeds

sometimes i need love

sometimes i need a neatly rolled blunt

where the weed won't spill from the bottom

and the temporary peace of mind takes me from my problems 

sometimes i need my mama

sometimes i need someone to whisper false promises

in my ear

make me feel that i am here and i am real

make me feel

something other than the drowsiness of benadryl 

something other than general 

touch me somewhere other than my genitals 

give me more than a chmical reaction

am i still attractive beyond my flesh 

beyond the fresh

be honest

beyond this 

do you see me 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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