Immune
Picture young lovers
Sitting on a pavement seat
Masked and booted
Joining heartbeats
Sure they are suited;
Teenage angst battling
Against official attempts
To keep them apart.
This is a moment
They don’t want to miss;
Someone loves them
And time’s slipping away.
So every few seconds
They feel more immune
The masks lift
And time and risk stop
For a meeting of lips.
I Keep Living
I've been through a lot of shit
But that's made me stronger
I'm nearly brand new
The healthier live longer
I have siblings
They mean the world to me
I live for them
To my heart
They have the key
I've broken so many times
But my mom has helped me
So have the rhymes
Like the ones you see
It's not for my friends
Since I don't have any
They come and go
Because they're rich
And I barely have a penny
I live to one day prove
I have a brain
To the country I'll move
And I won't take money in vain
So that's why
I keep living
Bad Memory
This is a memory
I don't like to visit often
I was only 14
When I lost my innocence
But the story doesn't start there
It doesn't start that day
Or even with that boy
It starts when I was real little
Not knowing much about the world
Not yet knowing it's cruelty
Or it's people
The perves and creepes
The disgusting hands
That liked to touch me
I didn't know it was wrong
I didn't know to say "Stop"
I didn't like it
But I thought it was normal
Doesn't that thought make you sick?
All those boys who touched me
Telling me it was okay
I can't believe I couldn't see
All I could do was pray
I was abused
Physically, sexually, mentally, emotionally
No wonder I'm so used to getting used
Then I met this boy
He was nothing special
I swear
He just wanted what they all do
And he knew I was vulnerable
So one night
At 3 a.m
We did it
Unprotected
I was scared I might be pregnant
And when he heard this
He left me
My parents were pissed
But I was alone
Cuz I got myself into this
The tests all came back
Negative
Which is good
Because I couldn't live
With his kid
Two months later
I met a boy
We fell in love
I was just a used toy
But he didn't care
Until he left me
Now I'm alone
Again
But who needs a heart or home
When you have a pen
Walking Out Your Door
You can’t possibly know
that I’ve figured you out.
I won’t fall for cunning ruses
won’t wash feet of filth
won’t take dreadful abuse
your angry words
your demeaning lies
your cheating ways.
In fact, you’ll be
a distant memory
that won’t be repeated.
You’ll see my back
Walking out your door
in lilting bounce steps.
I know this now
but you do not!
Hope
Not that I know this
But whenever I tried to speak
I've always felt unheard
Should it be a friend
Or a stranger
Courage was never my forte
Always slipping back
To a stream of anxiety
Should I feel happy
Or sad
When it's time to face the world
I could only pray
For my caged heart
To be free and full of courage
For the world to hear
And myself to assure
girl meets man
I don't like men who smoke.
I don't like men who liquefy the idea of six-packs into the form of Bud Light.
I don't like men who spend their days at the pub, washing down little blue pills with one more swig of carbonated charm.
I don't like men who cat-call and tell me they won't go home unless I come with them, even though I know I would run into their wife if I did.
I don't, I swear I don't.
They tell me my hair makes me look a little bit older.
I never used to drink, now it's hard to be sober.
They always smell like they just showered instead of a week-long battle with their roommate over who would get the hot water.
I don't like it of course, obviously it's not appropriate.
I think I better leave before something happens that I might regret.
Something like honey whiskey kicking in.
Something like menthols dancing on whisps of liquor breath.
Something like glances across the bar that linger a second too long.
Glass up, eyes lock, scrawled handwriting on a credit slip spelling out an address.
Salt spills over the edge of a beverage napkin, but I don't think it's good luck.