When i was...

When i was...

My life started when I was 6

I wrote a poem about

My mother, I felt ink flow through

my fingers like a breeze  

The poem, I showed to my friend

she told me it was disgusting

Terrible, unoriginal, worthless,

I trashed it

at nine I figured it out

My words are mine

and they are not others

When I was 12

I wrote about girls-

the pain of loving

the pain of losing,

I did not show my poems

to anyone.

When I turned 13

I wrote about-

love,  

gender,

I wrote openly, selfishly,

for myself.

Shamelessly at 13

I thought the world lived in

my journals

my words

And when someone begged

to hear my poems

I let them slip through my parted lips

like honey

and in that moment

never once did I feel;

ashamed.