hate is a bile that starts in your guts and erupts
from your throat like a
geyser, you try to provoke
and emote and spit angry black stains on their lies
if Jesus died for all our sins he left one behind, the body im in. Same hands that made the moon and the stars got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts, i don’t know what i believe but it’s easier to think he made a mistake with me.
my mother doesn’t hug me.
she doesn’t know what to do with me.
my father had the kind of anger all fathers do.
loud and terrible.
it lingers your whole life.