continuity
Day 1-100
My stomach is filled with bunnies doing cartwheels,
each palm is coated with a thin sheet of sweat.
Every molecule that composes of what makes me, me
are firing action potential of what I could be.
Day 2555-73
"Blah-Blah" ripped the stars right out of my galaxy.
Merciless as she yanked and annihilated nebulas-
leaving nothing but black holes pitted with emptiness.
I've never been so ashamed
that I know a different tongue.
My skin was neither dark or pale
or that on the announcements my family's legacy
butchered by the normal tongue.
Day 4015-57
The girl looks similar to me
At one point, the girl was me, but
the girl from the picture
never experienced the first day of 7th grade.
The girl was composed of molecules that dissipated as I aged.
Growing pains are synonymous with middle school.
Expectations are made, limits are set.
It is now up to me if I can-
I can't accomplish them.
Day 5110-33
I am physically and mentally stuck.
I am pulled apart ligament by ligament,
then put together haphazardly
by all the voices around me.
Confusion- check,
Annoyed- check,
Restless- check.
Computer science, designer, banker, accountant
NO, no...
I am lonely.
My high school curriculum has been dictated by
others who know me- better than me.
Who am I?
Day 5840-0
Letters that formed words,
words that formed sentences,
sentences that are out to wound me.
Syllables that can be heard,
reverberated in between my ears.
2 pills don't hurt.
Syllables that can be heard,
reverberated in between my ears.
Handfuls and handfuls do hurt...
Each palm coated with sweat.
Merciless as she was, each enunciation
slow and agonizing dull blades cut...
Mother.
Day 5940-100
My second tongue is what puts me ahead.
My goals are set for me
made by me.
My classes are taken to what fulfills me.
Mother, she's trying, I'm trying for me.
I am loved, because who loves me is me.
I am filled with bunnies doing cartwheels,
I am filled with molecules that make me, me
they are firing action potentials of what I could be.