hateful faces

if my face hangs hateful to you,

the hue of my heart

shines through skin

to radiate thin lines

of life

pulled around by pressure within

is privilege found in experience

to love

is my god granted right

that i cannot

means meant to fight off

all pricking and sucking on

siphoning within

to physically be, in this night

an alarming dark

is to know love grew

before bones did

and ribs rotting

teaches a set lesson

predestined down back

up in darkness of time




if my face feels hateful to you



truth will touch my throat

thanking all the homes i reside in

giving me strength

empowering through glowering glances

and trances trust put people in

cryptic when your heads my hearth

and i lay my births before the warmth

the heat

lined through  

passes on me

might try to

cast me and mine out

your mind

but a doubt can invite me

or you can

if you’d like to call your voice to me that

think me on through then

often as you impose what you may on me

to invade your security

through indirection

to do this

i’d need to be below

reaching into fear

in insurrection

so why are you the one looking up my skirts

pretending things about me

and my plundering purity

yet still unable to look at creations

what dereliction your direct dives into

we all took your direction

now i’m derelict

pilfering yours

to be told i’m invading

is persuasive indeed

no owning  

what we owed

was nothing

compared to you

amd what you need

you owe so much

due to  

distrust in brushes

paired greed

and what you always choose too  

bunch us all together as trash

so safe now your home feels clean

true and pure

through your lens of owing

i’m still growing

and time tells me it’s time

to have owed nothing

honing

you cannot own me

in my home

growing my own fruits