Poetry

old lies

So I played a dirty trick on myself

i found an old lie slithering

around under my bed…

it looked

like it was about to die so

i kinda konked it

on the head and told it to Wake Up…but

it had already closed it’s

eyes …

you better

believe that shook me up… so

i started

swinging it around by

it’s tail… snakes

don’t like that you know…

…finally…

finally i fixed the dumb thing… i

stuck it in a bowl of

icecream in the

freezer… and waited about a

half hour before I

checked on it…

much to my relief it bit me as

soon as I opened

the door…

“it’s about time you came back toyour senses” i told it…

“you are a worthless fool” it hissed

“i know!… i know!” I told it…

“no one could ever love you” it replied

“exactly”…i eagerly agreed

“i can’t stand another second of your stupid face” it threatened “i’m leaving”

“but i’ve missed you” i whined…

…until…

it told me to get

under the

bed so i did and

now i can’t find my

glasses

Poetry

Queen of my own heart                     (running away from incest)


i wonder …

was it all a game to them…

that afternoon our house of cards

fell?

when my heart 

was ripped like a playing card 

as it tore 

down streets on a green 

skate board

AWAY 

from a family who 

thought it was 

FUNNY 

to pimp me

out 

to old 

men?

But then again…what

does it matter 

who 

they are …

or what 

they think

I am?…

I am a 15 year old Queen of 
my own heart…

who rolls 

up and down streets

AWAY

from brothers who

want sex

from me… from old men 

who

 wait for me

in the 

front room 

so I guess 

that 

makes 

ME

THE WINNER

…because …

it’s not about the family 

I was dealt

BUT 

about getting my card

OUT of

their game…

I am a 15 year old Queen of my own heart…

so as soon…

as I can get off this 

skateboard …MY

LAUGHTER 

WILL 

float 

like shredded incest cards…

CONFETTI

 WILL

WAVE 

goodbye

 as I skate 

…AWAY…

to lands where sisters are 

NOT

tucked into brother’s

beds

(Never say die … Kae:)