Got A Penny?

WHOLE (holy)

I dontnfeel

My hypocrite is the only thing i remember this world giving me and i just cant seem to give her back

Maybe this poem is my saving grace

My humility speaking

bc

"ppl like me"

Always need a reminder

That we are not right

Illfitting

like we dont deserve to be

Told to

"Scoot and squash our humanity"

Until we no longer kno what it's like to

((((((BREATHE))))))) 💨

have you ever felt guilty for something you didn't do?

Charged for something you couldn't change

Scammed by your own skin

Your own temple

A damned sanctuary

Doomed to pertually explode

Like your existence(s) only purpose is to impose

Why are you speaking boy?

Who taught you how to read child?

the where are you froms don't even prick me anymore

just reminds me how foreign i am

at home,

at school,

alive.

I had 3 people tell me it's my fault I couldn't fit in

like why must i fit in?!

why must I alter and dismantle my being for the sake of acceptability

As if my flaws are the straws to the camels back

The crown to Jesus' head

Like being in entirety is too much for the boxes that surround me.

and it's crazy.

i can't remember how this all began.

whether a poem or a prayer

maybe something to never be heard again.

how chilling it is to look in every mirror and face only a yearning for anyone else to see the soul staring back from within

to love the girl living out loud in this

body

Like nobody asked you to be so tough

nobody asked you

nobody asked me

and yet here I am....

speaking.

hoping that there's just one out there listening.

In my own little world,

Till the crater of reality weighs in.

Gravity is a bitch when it’s depression keeping you tethered.

I miss that youth

That so happy to be alive feeling

The smiles that were neverending

The times that lasted till no tomorrow

Hanging out with the homies

Labeled as the old me

This little part of sanity

The youngsters ain’t know

The toddlers going crazy

The parents in tow

We see all of the anger but it’s time once again

To let go

The have now decided to get grown

And now days of play

Are days of sow

Free time is now a piece of your soul

Work is a number

So mine will be 16

From now on I’m going to live like 18

Youth rang of highs

Three quick strums of lows

Every other second was a note.

Here’s to all the bad jokes

High E’s like the heights of rooftops

We don’t parkour like we’d part cores

Those fields played out like time chords.

The long hours stretching out through melodies

We held our speakers in hand

Laughter made us a band

Hooligans and hoodlums

My closest friends.

Through these words the only way we’ll meet again.

From dust to dust

Our songs sing to the end

All the “Where we goings?”

Remember the “I’ll see your there’s”

To our minor memories still floating in the air