31 days of songpoems

*I don’t talk about Michael too much because he is a precious feeling I like keeping to myself. I had to really sort through many emotions after he was accused of the things he was accused of. I had to dig and find answers and come to accept losing him or clear his name in my head. I dug and dug and I am confident in knowing he was framed— further proving to me that humans are vile and useless. As an adult who suffered the trauma of being sexually abused, I took this very seriously, so it is with a great open heart I can say how lovely it is to know he was responsible for my understanding of these lyrics as a broken 9 year-old,

I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you want to make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself..
.”


There’s a time when 

responsibility of our reflection

expands into a circus, 

a yield

a break in the line—

where a certain amount of  

I don’t know

I give up, I’m no good…”

Everything’s fucked

I kindly break my own demands

and talk to the version of me I can’t stand

I pulse and scream inside my head, 

I think out loud, I cry instead

of making thoughts my own parade, 

I am a child inside this head, a body aging

year after year—

my hips fit in different gears, 

I am a version of myself maturing, 

I am no longer at my parents mercy—

I am a version of myself enduring

I am a vein intact, 

a reflection craving what she lacks, 

a fire burning

abstract.