This poem contains content that some may find offensive. I don’t want to be your hero. I was a child.I took a dozen lashes.Then stood up and said, “Fuck you.” I don’t want to be your hero. A heavy wet blanket of pain was draped over this boy’s body.From the outside he...
Faux-SelfQuand j’ai découvert la notion de faux-self, j’ai immédiatement pensé à ce clown qu’une personne de ma famille avait dessiné étant enfant. Maintenant je m’exerce, surtout quand mes idées sont embrouillées, à me poser ces toi questions : « Qu’est-ce que je...
I feel it and I am going to talk about it. Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn - “Bed Stuy” Bed Stuy is beating up your mother and asking you, “What are you going to do about it, punk?” Bed Stuy is looking outside onto the street and in between patches of icy, crunching...
Trigger warning. This poem contains a traumatic event. I don’t rememberthe first three years of my life.But my gut remembers.My heart knows the truth. Frozen terror within.Terrified of daddy-Monster,the volcano in my home.I must hide from him, but I can’t. One simple...
(This is about a person and a learning experience which offered me comfort, calmness, and life skills.) Comfort was very difficult to find in my mother's house. For just the two of us were living there most of the time, it always felt chaotic and tense. I cannot...
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