Take the skunk out on me.
His kids, as does he;
blended like a smoothie
are their brains
worse off than mine,
but your perception's skewed
of the highest order,
but not like I can count to you,
for you've been too scarred
hence I was conceived,
so you don't take it out on me
but the air surrounding
and coming out of,
but not like a hit would
make me disappear,
so you and me both.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
