Where We Come From

We come from troubled wombs , our homes resemble tombs.

We come from polluted souls , our livess resemble holes.

Empty and devalued , longing for the close.

While your taught monsters dont exist , were feeding from their breasts .

Forced to carry the weight of their fate upon our malnourished chests.

Our role models are zombies , whom we refer to as our mommys; In love with vampires that suck the life out of thier bodies.

We live amongst the dead , who walk around with empty heads .

Numbing their brains to feel sane , revealing skeletal remains.

 

We come from troubled wombs , our homes resemble tombs.

We come from polluted souls , our livess resemble holes.

Empty and devalued , longing for the close.

 

 

Comments

MVP-Most Valuable Poet

amazing poem

very expressive in terms of what the poem means

LydiaGorham

I like your choice of words <3

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