I hurt
inside my body as I heal
from my fourth cut
preparing and birthing
my son
my daughter
my son
I hurt
inside my heart
trying to understand the world
I want to teach my children to navigate
like a substrate
feeding on confusion and hate
I hurt
alone in this muddy, mixing
masturbation of waxy popularity
it’s kinda nasty to me
I hurt
trying to keep down
my hurt and confusion
death and delusion
that my nuance will be in any way
accepted
bereft is
sort of a norm right now
I hurt
fighting curses
Curse you COVID
Curse you Cancer
Curse you mourning
morning and morning
my child, my family, my freedom
I hurt
so far down I can’t even feel it anymore
rich and poor
with all these thoughts
just losing time
losing rhythm
I hurt
looking for the hurt
so I can purge and burn them out
purge and burn them
cauterized and cauterizing
scars
yes
even more scars
from broken promises and blatant neglect
but I have to give YOU what is left
of my good manners
good intentions
good feelings
I hurt
I can’t
I hurt
Hurts
