Saturday, July 1, 2023

Hallucinations

Tiny, happy, egg headed people 
with blocks for noses
Dressed in overalls
Dancing with pitchforks on a farm 
in front of me, but I'm in bed
Smoke so thick it makes me choke 
but there's no fire 
Someone keeps calling my name 
but there's no one around 
Turns out they're just hallucinations 

He Was

He was broken promises and lies 
Bounced checks 
The time I spent in jail before I was born 
He was selfishness and irresponsibility 
Denial 
He was the captain of the ship he burnt
then abandoned in the open sea
He was the reason the kids on the playground taunted me
"You're a freak! 
What's wrong with you?
What did you do? 
You don't have a daddy!"
He was the blood streaming down my arm 
The fire on my skin but there's no flame 
No one cares, they all just move on 
He was the reason for my stubbornness 
I just wanted to prove them wrong 
False hope 
He was dimly lit, smoke filled rooms 
Beer cans scattered around 
Unappetizing TV dinners that didn't fill
Unpaid child support 
and doing less than bare minimum 
He was the "I'll come get you" but never show
Never ending excuses and silence 
He was the angry letters I sent 
His name was Resentment 
He was the traitor taking sides with the enemy
The fight after court
and the final slamming of the phone 
He was a reason I run from commitment 
and why I don't trust men 
He was a reason I need therapy 
I'll forgive but I'll never forget 
He was the funeral I don't regret 
not attending 


Wendy

Wendy is the new kid
I'm 12 & she's 13
These kids on the bus are mean
They're assholes, pricks
Everyone else is laughing 
Sneering
Cracking jokes at her expense 
Her hair is short and blonde 
Her makeup is different 
She paints her face white
Eyes and lips black 
She wears a spikey dog collar 
She's one of those Goth chicks 
They all guard their seats so she can't sit 
I'm so sick of them 
I move my backpack to the floor 
so she won't have to stand anymore 
I invite her to be my friend 
It doesn't matter how different we are 
She invites me to spend the night 
We watch Rocky Horror Picture Show
and we listen to Fleetwood Mac
and have cereal for breakfast 
Just like normal kids do 
Weeks go by 
She's hangin' out with some girl named Belinda 
but when they're together 
I'm not allowed 
They're smokin' and drinkin'
They're doin' drugs
But I don't tell because friends don't snitch 
I moved away and came back 
but I haven't seen Wendy since 





Friday, June 30, 2023

Mean Girls

This town is full of mean girls, cliques 
"Go away! You're not one of us 
You can't sit!"
I'm sorry; I just wanted to be friends 
We've grown up now 
They still haven't changed 
They're still mean girls 
Grown women in cliques 
But one day I'm getting out of here
They'll be saying how they knew me
While they wait in my line 
Besties, close friends 
Sorry, but no autographs or pics
for mean girls in cliques 



Monday, June 26, 2023

Cupcakes for Squirrels

Up the street I see a squirrel 
At the bottom of a tree 
I stop admire this tiny creature with a cupcake
bigger than their head
I back away giggling 
This squirrel has raised their fists at me

Sunday Morning

I hate these frilly socks
I hate these shiny shoes 
I hate this stupid dress
And I hate this Barbie jewelry 
It makes me feel so itchy 
This isn't me
I don't wanna be fancy 
for all these noisy people 
overwhelming me 
The preacher's up there yelling 
He's pounding on the pulpit 
driving his point home 
But he's scaring me 
I don't feel safe 
I don't feel okay 
I'm hiding in this pew
I'm staying close to you 
I won't go to kids' church 
And I'm not going in that class 
Don't leave me here by myself 
I don't trust these people 
I don't feel safe 
This doesn't feel okay 
I'm hiding in this pew
I'm staying close to you 

I'll Be the Drums

I'll be the drums 
Your words, the sticks
Damn, how hard they hit 
I'll be the drums 
I am taboo 
Controversy to you 
I'll be the drums 
In the back corner I sit 
behind the wall you built 
I'll be the drums 
Waiting for someone to appreciate me 
Waiting for someone to love me completely 
I'll be the drums 
Powerful and bold
Passionate and moving, I'm told 
I'll be the drums 

Sunday, June 25, 2023

Stones

"Love the sinner, hate the sin"
So proudly you declare 
Sit down; we need to talk 
We need to clear the air 
You can't truly love someone 
when you think their whole existence is sin
Your words just puff you up 
Some type of religious high horse 
You think you're holier than me 
"But the Bible says so!"
Clobber passages, the stones you throw 
It wasn't until 1946
that the Bible even said anything 
"against" homosexuality 
Did you know this? 
Those verses were mistranslated 
misinterpreted 
still so misunderstood 
They're turned into something 
that they were never intended for 
They were never meant 
for you to condemn anyone 
The Bible was never meant 
to be weaponized
Just a few more things
I am not a sin 
I am not an abomination 
And you don't get to make hell 
my final destination 
This isn't a "lifestyle"
It's part of my identity 
This isn't a choice I made 
I didn't wake up one day just to say,
"Guess what, world! I choose to be gay!"
That's not how it goes 
And we didn't steal rainbows 

God loves you just as much as They love me 
Stop this religious trauma 
God loves everyone unconditionally 
I wish you could see 
I wish you knew what West End taught me 
Let go of your hate 
Let go of the anger 
Let go of the rage 
Learn the way of love and peace 
Stop throwing stones at me