Poems Penned Precisely by Me

UnPoliSHeD

when you're a kid they'll assume you know nothing

a queen is a role i'll grow into, hold on let me stop bluffing

because kids under my age are out cuffing

kids older than me have blunts puffing

have us all wishing we can become something

I don't care about nobody's problems but my own

all the making fun, cruel jokes over my head have flown

I'm bursting at the seams in the cruelty of dreams

It makes me want to dream I was better sown

if I could be a pretty girl

would you put me on pedestal, pearly white and watch me twirl?

is my pirouette not perfect, is the blood I cry not worth it?

{Alt: is my pirouette not enough, has all of my trauma made me rough?}

all this stress puts me in a whirl

down to all my pores, to the definition of a single curl

I wake up every morning

the tears I shed like I'm in mourning

out of the house, the sun on my skin is scorning

another day on this earth, it's hell without warning