These Lame-Os Are Living in My Head Rent-Free

A poem about mental health

A Black girl stands in the middle of the picture, arms crossed, with headphones in. Around her are white arms and hands pointing towards her, in a seemingly judgy manner.
Photo by Monstera from Pexels

A choir of cynics lives in my throat,
foul yet harmonious, roaring
The melancholy massages my tongue,
twists until it’s numb

I become not a person
but a mess of colors
Pollock’s worst nightmare
coughing on bated breath
wondering when I’ll be…



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Nia Simone McLeod

Nia Simone McLeod

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