We make from the interior of sadness
Poetry
From the fires of life
We create art
I was inspired
To write this
After
Wanda Coleman’s poem “Wanda Why Aren’t You Dead”
It is not an attempt to replicate
It simply opened my eyes to bringing our demons to light
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I am intrigued by you
I am curious about you
You make me nervous
I cannot put a label on you
Why do you dress the way you do
You always dress up
Why don’t you just relax
You’re not like anyone around here
Why are you still here
Why are you here, why haven’t you left yet …
You are not a writer
Don’t write about your pain
Write what you want to write
You don’t want to be a burden
Don’t whine
You stupid fuck
You’re not a real writer
You’re just like your father
You’re a failure
You’ll probably die young
You’re vomiting randomly
You’re probably dying
Crohns
Don’t be picky about your food
You ate potatoes growing up
You know, no one is really going to love you
No one is really going to be attracted to you
You’re too fucking weird
You’re probably even bad at sex
You’re a quitter
You quit your career
You left your marriage
You left your town
You’re running
You’re less than nothing
You will never be happy
Why are you still here?
You’re going to keep faking it
You’re too much for people
They are merely curious
Nothing else
Why haven’t you killed yourself yet?
You know, no one else will ever want to sleep with you…
You’re too awkward
Your stomach
Your scar
Why does your stomach growl so much ?
Can’t you make it stop?
You’re too thin
Omg I hate thin guys
Why don’t you just let yourself have a dad bod
You work too much
You should relax
Just take all of your sleeping pills
Then you can relax
You know I’m going to kill you right?
You will probably die alone
Like your dad
Why are you even still here
Didn’t you go to college?
Oh my god, I feel so bad that you didn’t go to real school
You must be so dumb
There is nothing here for me
There’s no reason for me to be here
I hate everyone here
I feel like you’re suddenly your own person
You want your secrets and your life
You walked out
Quitter
You gave up
I thought you were different but you ended up being just like the rest of them, selfish trash.
You will never have a marriage like your grandparents
It’s not your fault
It’s not your fault
Love doesn’t have to hurt
You can let yourself have a flare up
You don’t have to write it funny
You can vomit as soon as you get home
And it just be a flare up
You can eat cheesecake
You can write how you feel
You are still you
You’re going towards something good
You are ok
You don’t have to be perfect
You don’t have to be perfect
You can be good
You can be good
You are enough
You tried your best
Your best was more than enough
Because it was still – you
You
Are
Someone’s
Something
Make someone’s day easier
Let them know when you think about them
You never know who you will lose
Let it go
You never know what’s coming for you
You are broken but still whole
Be here now
