july called me unwanted
it's nothing new
just a title I bought for myself
without paying a penny in exchange.
from the moment a girl birthed
when the expected did not occur
I earned this.
seventeen years hence, and still consistent.
july pities my dark circles
whilst playing my only midnight companion.
but along with early monsoon showers
I clean my infected wounds.
I clean my memory for another summer.
for what good shall come of blaming a season of celebration for wrongs humans shall continue to commit.
come along, little girl that made father cry.
your giggles shall warm this home every day,
and force him to love you.
like i do.
like the world does.
