Murderous being-little me
long legs wide hips
i kill i say i slay hating me
big breasts
you can’t push me underground!
i strive freedom killing you
in my small ways saying
i need you to forigve how
cheap i feel — three stabs into
your heart you bastard i lost
the feeling of my skin as
my best friend: you stole away
my body and now i crawl
away from away-How was i as
a child before wolves hunted
the little-me.// OH
Father save me i sang
this beautiful sky is a cherished
dream//
Crying Some
One save how i believed all good
people hug
:: 08-29-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 