Poems from brttnspldng
I am not Trayvon Martin....
but I know what it feels like to wear my
favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for
those who were taught...
Dear Past,
I have finally gained enough courage to tear down the
revolving doors that transported you in and out of my building.
Sometimes...
I don’t need you to protect me
from anything that the big, bad
doctor says.
People die.
When I was 5, I learned this after
Patrick died....
Today,
I won't think about him or flinch at indecisive butterflies or hate people or love being alone or be socially awkward or horrible at...
I know that like
the back of my
father's hand.