They threw words at us
Wadded up into paper balls
Or soaring as airplanes, neatly folded
Each insult left papercuts in our minds
The words in black bold,
Branded into our brains
We were treated like factory livestock and
They made us believe we deserved it
We got tired of them firing at us with their cardboard cannons
So we began to smooth out the creases on the sheets of paper and rebuild them into origami cranes
Pretty soon they were scattered all over our rooms, each one a tomb for our insecurities
They just keep throwing future masterpieces at us
Chuckling the whole way, their masked faces
Speckled with the same insecurities
They thought stuck with us the whole time.
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
