to

look at me

you

would not believe that

I could understand

anything

dumb or invisible

neither

you

cannot

see my heart

feel my thoughts

live my life

or

even grasp

how happy

I can be

in this sorrow

I want a refund

that

poem sucked so bad

that

I want a refund

okay

fucked you

in

the past

now

we promise

never

to fuck you

again

thought you were old

and

you were

there is a hole now

never gonna fill

step up

cannot even see

the other side

I can hear it though

when I listen

on the porch

with the swing

in a room

full

of white people

still

speaking witch hunt

literally

god

made me do

it

told

his 15 year old

daughter

to

get breast implants

it would

help the modeling

career

those people came

destroyed this place

rapacious billionaires

the millionaire collective

they got the money

lets

burn it all

and

start over

just a phase

“you are

the only thing I have”

then

the border guard

took away her

daughter

it is an order

from

the president

from

the attorney general

and

I cannot believe

I am

writing

this

I am

eye of the spider

I want

to develop my

mother’s habits

quirky

what

do you think

you are saying

for profit

detention

centers