Numbered

September 15th, 2020

The weight of the world
Is on my shoulders
Like hierarchy
Weighing me down
And the only scale too low
Is my confidence
So I use numbers
To validate me
Because my BMI
Is too high
And my self-esteem
Is too low
I seek approval
From notifications
As if the number of reactions
Would be enough
To substitute my own confidence
But I’m confident
It’s not

My Brother Once Told Me

August 28th, 2020

My brother once told
That we were related
We didn’t grow up together
So it needed to be stated
My brother once told me
You look so pretty
Well, pretty ugly
But he was just kidding
My brother once told me
He was having a baby
I was barely a child
And he wasn’t yet eighteen
My brother once told me
His childhood tales
School fires and bomb threats
No lack of details
My brother once told me
He was calling me an ambulance
His instincts to protect me
Were quite miraculous
My brother once told me
I shouldn’t be a poet
Because writers aren’t happy
But I was already devoted
My brother once told me
He lost his employment
But he stopped showing up
Because he relapsed on poison
My brother once told me
He was getting divorced
You can only hurt someone so much
Before they feel no remorse
My brother once told me
It was time to say goodbye
That the cops are after him
He was hard to personify
My brother once told me
That I gained some weight
But he’d lost all of his
And given into a cruel fate
My brother once told me
With a change in his voice
That he likes being homeless
And you can’t change someone’s choice