'growth' 'slam' 'scholarship' 'college' 'life' 'grow up glow up'
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Sometimes I wonder
If I ever was a kid.
I'm no Benjamin Button, sure
And I've not toiled like so many others had to
But I've had my own struggles, too.
Sometimes I wonder
Life lived in fear
Has nothing to appear
Yet when lived in truth,
It's a path to renew
Your reflections of worry washes across my grin, scrubbing out the smile of my innocence. I can see your sins, your joy so evanescent, the young world of mines filled with fright and horror, long lasting blight and morose.
to be different is to be weird.
to like men is to be queer.
to be black is to be feared.
to be white is to be cheered.
to be a man means you have a beard.
to be a girl means to cry tears.
Observing
Gazing at others through an eyeglass
Each life as intricate as my own
I wonder,
If I had never flown
Would I have ever known?
As passersby scramble
I continue to gamble
Each night at the dinner table
I was told how to act
I wasn't sure what to do, exactly what I lacked.
To me, I was doing what I could have
Figuring who I was, having fun.
15 years, I laid on the low ground, where you left me.
Waiting, with slits in my wooly skin, exposing my soft, white guts, for you to stitch me up.
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
It started with my taste
Not just flavor but my preference
I went from Carly Rae to Amińe
I went from disgust to ingestion when veggies came on my playe
From wanting to be taller to i hope I don’t grow too tall
my darling - what happened to your white dress?
it wasn't long ago that it was new.
and what have you done with your wings? dear god,
what trials and torture they must have been through.
