This is my poem 'Unstable' that was published online in both the literary yard and winamop. The ending is slightly different (and I sent winamop a shorter version) but I wanted to share it with my poetry soup family~
You think this is quaint, a case of the blues A handkerchief for a dainty cheek But I want to howl, I want to shriek I want to tear the world in two As you safely stand In your well-dressed land Handing out ornate soliloquies Like pennies yet neglecting to understand The poverty of agony While my dark demeanor is dismissed I will burn buildings If you insist On painting glitter over rage On labeling my pain a phase An inconvenient rite, a blight On your ladylike well-mannered path My wrists bleeding As you correct my math My words are not petty, not obscene I am not a robot, not a machine To defuse, deprogram or debug Or merely lock away and shrug In your placid belief that compliance is peace What is prison for If not release? When I am tumbling through Unstable skies And need a roof To calm my eyes Bring me more than A structured reply Just sit with me And ask me why 6/24/22
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