Too emotional
And I’ve been called far, far worse
I’ve been called yellow
Too emotional
And I’ve been called far, far worse
I’ve been called yellow
“What the bullet’s love
didn’t look like: Gratitude.”
-The Scar On My Heart

My blessed teacher
My ego’s sworn enemy
My joy deflated
Some landfill somewhere
Carries the collateral
From our shifting wants
Undisciplined Disciple
The wax and the wane
Strike three on its way
But for you I would believe
Dreams could take on flesh
Privilege revoked
At the dawn of a new Day
A third, final blow
A woman who needs
May well be a court jester
A fool of a girl
Photo credit: Tiger R., age 7