Unique

To be unique is to be kind

for the world is an ugly place

fitting of less than to lick the scum

off of the bottom of scums shoes.

Harboring such hate in its inner core,

the world turns like a tummy

full of rotten, repulsive vomit.

To be unique is to be blind

to the world of trendy, chic

worth so much on the market

but so little in weight of character.

Respect is poured on the woman in rags

while a false velvet drape pulled

on the eyes of the ugly one

in the diamond studded dress.

To be unique is to be strong, above all.

That’s the only thing to be

when the whole wide world has lost this tug of war

and you seem to be the only one who knows

Untitled

This life is alive

In my hands it does thrive

But I’m scared so it dies

Scarcely heard the small cries.

Now I’m sad, so alone

Called dad from the payphone

he sounds mad from his tone

Catholics are so homegrown.

I’m so fresh and so new

and my insides clean too

my man seems so blue

baby’s dead cuz of you

abortion sucks

The Gift to See

The man that she loved was merely a boy,

learning of his newfound powers

that he had stolen from her.

She had the gift to see beyond the physical.

The soul was bare to the girl that loved the boy

and he took it

so that the world and everything she knew

was a stranger to the girl.

The truth held together the boy and girl

until he gained it

and she lost it,

this sight to see the truth in me:

The silent sideliner also possessing the gift

to see the truth

that the girl loves the boy

and the boy loves only

myself