People ask me,
How is it so easy for you to be kind to people?
Because people have not been kind to me, is my answer.
The first boy that ever kissed me held my shoulders down like the first bicycle he ever rode. He had the smell of starvation on his lips.
He was the first boy to teach me that my body was for giving to those who wanted.
The first boy to teach me I should feel anything less than whole.
And my god did I feel empty.
It is your blood in my veins, tell me how I'm supposed to forget.
"How're you feeling"
I'll pull the lump in my throat out with my teeth and say,
"fine", really"
