Trust is like an eraser...
It gets smaller after rubbing out
a magnitude of mistakes.

What we choose not to say, says something.

How long has it been since someone touched a part of you other than your body?

You haven't "lived" until you experience death.

My hand can never work fast enough,
Meaning is lost in the transition from mind to paper.
The only masterpieces I've ever written are in my mind.

A fool believed the sword was mightier than the pen. They found him dead, still clutching his sword, with a pen sticking out of his neck. The moral; a pen in the hands of someone trained to use it, is mightier than a sword in the hands of a fool.

Were you ever real?
I ask myself this after a night of too much vodka.
I can make myself believe anything at this point.
You existed for someone else.
You were never meant for me.

And you, like so many before you, simply want to exist. To not have your identity questioned, to not have your lived experiences dismissed.

When I learn
that I am as precious
as everyone else,
I am as precious
as everyone else

You should have known that
you are considered a security risk for our nation
because you do not lie,
also
you speak your mind.