The teacher will know you are brilliant before...
she won't say it to your face but you will hear...

Then I got tired of begging
people to love me...

Maybe because you
were the first person...

"In the Caribbean, almost
everyone is a bastard child&quot...

The thing with writing
sad poems is, that one...

You're the first thing
I ever wanted to keep to myself...

They all mean well, I guess.
(or at least love to believe so...

That Friday, I walked
into the train station as lonely...

The other day, I cut my leg
and the blood was red...

I can't erase the
raised by women alone stain...

Like everyone who grew up
in abusive atmospheres do...

Even on my best days
it still finds me...