Poems about Animals
My beauty was the sun
and I was told my eyes were wings of wax
and to have loved myself
was to have hurt myself
There is a girl out there buried under 6 feet of oppression
there is a girl whose headstone reads, “Josh Alcorn”
I want to be the air you breathe in a field full of clean-cut grass and fully bloomed roses.
Words.
Some are better left unsaid,
to have never come out at all.
Words.
Some are better left unheard.