I Come From Moch

I come from the anxiety of my father’s footsteps marching down the hallway. Each step bangs like the Jumanji drums beating beneath my bones. I come from my favorite color being the wrong color on my block. So I wore black and white like a chain-gang, imprisoned by thugs. I come from overbearing amount of salt and butter trying to mask the bitter taste of the black sheep in the room. That everyone has drama with at least someone in the family. Much like prescription medications mask reality. I come from dead end therapy because nothing can rewire a man-child that doesn’t understand he is broken inside, but on the outside he smiles and waves like a prince to a broken kingdom. ?I come from sitting amongst sheep But trying to suppress the wolf in me. Ferocious intentions praying on the naive like politicians to the uneducated. I come from a broken household which continues to shape the way I feel and live.