mo poetry mo problems
you think i’d like it when they look at me up and down
i thought i’d work up the nerve to shut their mouths
thought i’d be enough
i used to be a princess
When I was young my mother took me to the beach
I had always hated the smell of sand
And the too tight bathing suits
But I loved the waves
I was born too soon,
Voiceless into screaming
Yellow hands balled to fists
And subscribed to clashing hues of pink
Marked with mother’s sweat and father’s hair
I want to tell you you’re amazing
But people probably tell you that all the time
you went to church this morning
After two years of oversleeping
And everyone stared
They knew whose child you were