If you could see my face right now
you would be scared.
I haven’t looked in the mirror in 4 years
if I do, I’m afraid it will crack.
I’m tired of this life that I’ve been living.
I want to revert to 4 years ago before the boy did what he did.
He cornered me on the street one day and told me to go back to where I came from.
He told me that I wasn’t loved, that no one gave a shit because I look
like it was a felony to walk around in my skin
he took a flask out and poured it over my head and as the liquid congregated down my face
It dripped into my mouth and I tasted that bitter, clear, oily, sensation
and it was gasoline.
He took a lighter out, drew a flame, and walked 10 paces away from me.
He turned around and called me a terrorist.
In a moments notice, a flame tangled me and refused to let go of me.
I woke up in the hospital with burns on my face, and my mother looked at me in fear.
When they discharged me it was raining outside. I lept of this wheelchair my mother was rolling me in and stood up
to greet the drops of heavenly water that welcomed me.
The rain didn’t care what I looked like, but I did.
I worship Natures beauty but no one worships me, but at least,
at least I have myself