What makes me so different?
So different from you?
Do I have extra limbs?
Is my skin a shade of blue?
Or is it something else?
Something so very small?
Hazel the wrong color eyes?
Is 5'10" just too tall?
I just really wanna know.
So that I can fix it.
Do you remember the good days?
Don't you ever miss it?
When I'd say something silly.
You'd laugh & have your fun.
Now all I get is abuse...
I'm chained & dying to run...
I wrote this about my mother & how when I became an adult she started to outwardly show her hate for me... She told me at one point she's been trying to get me to commit suicide... She said that she started to wish she would've had the abortion she was thinking of... Maybe re-read it in that context... I think poetry is better when you know the poets mindset... Thank you for reading.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoesíaI don't know if you'll like it but I actually won a few statewide competitions for my poetry when I was in school... I hope I still have the knack for it... I reserve rights to everything here except the cover.
