Carry pepper spray.
Carry a knife.
Carry a gun.
It's your fault,
You should have run.
Don't wear headphones.
Look over your shoulder.
Don't have too much fun.
It's your fault,
You walked without sons.
Cover your drink.
Don't dance so freely.
Don't stand alone.
It's your fault,
Your shoulders were shown.
Let me take you
To your car,
To your place,
To your home.
Let me take you...
Why did you wear lace?
It's your fault,
Mixing signals with your grace.
Look how he follows...
Am I the only one who sees?
I know it's dark,
But I passed two or three
Of you.
You mean us?
You said you would help.
I did, we are here.
Why do you fear?
Why do you run?
It's your fault,
You walked without sun.
There's too many rules,
I'm always on edge!
Their hands won't stop taking,
Life on a cursed ledge.
Not all of us!
All is fine.
I know it's not all,
But why is the blame always mine?
It's always our fault.
We were born this way, after all.
Not I! I won't say!
This just isn't true!
You say not you,
But where were...you?
You aren't all alike?
Then where is the like?
Why is this only our fight?
The war was won, was it not?
Why do you still man your trenches?
Or have you forgot?
Carry pepper spray.
Carry a knife.
Carry a gun.
Be a weapon.
Always run.
You man hater!
How dare you!
We trained you so well,
Why is it so hard for you to love?
Why do you see a burning hell?
Don't you worry.
It's not all of us.
Surely not all of us either
Or...maybe...two of three
Or three out of four
Oh God, there's more.
Where are you?
Where the hell are you!?
Look how he comes!
And you arrive in
...3...2...1...
Carrying pepper spray.
Carrying a knife.
Carrying a gun.
Don't worry,
None of this is fun.
My shoulders weren't bare.
I didn't give freely—
No more than you, there.
He took me to my ride,
And like a gentleman,
He took my rights.
But don't worry,
My grace saved my life!
I was born here.
I was raised here.
And now I must leave here.
Goodbye for now.
I am a corpse.
My body was never mine.
Your gods take it,
And twist it to comply.
Now I'm a vessel,
My body is still yours.
My life's on the line,
But what's yours is still yours.
YOU ARE READING
ADHD Dribblings: Poems & Thoughts From A Mind Lost In Motion
PoetryA collection of poems dealing with love, loss, PTSD, disability, ADHD, addiction, depression, suicide ideation, eating disorders, women's rights, processing abuse & trauma, etc. Some are just making intrusive thoughts rhyme, some are just thinking...
