momma / poet
POEM OF THE DAY
There is no rest for people like me.
There are witch hunts happening all the time for us.
If others aren’t chasing us;
We are chasing our own tails at midnight.
People like you haven’t known
People like me -
What I’m like -
Or how nice I really can be.
You have been unnerved by me,
Made uncomfortable by me,
Understandably, you had to protect your kids from me.
But what you forgot is that I am your sister, your husband, your mother, your lover.
I am you in mixed acrylic on a Pollack canvas.
*Anti-Heroin Chic, 2016