I’ve got writer’s block. Ya’ll wanna help me write this poem??? Please?
Nobody in the world is a faster talker.
Nobody can auctioneer like you.
All our would-be change, spent
on the butchering of our own names.
Gut the god out of us. Gut the grace.
Get our joy by the jugular, bleed it out.
Teach us to take a punch
better than we can take a compliment.
A punch is something we can believe.
Have us always in the market
for the truth. Tell us the truth
is our bodies are dirty secrets.
Have us eating nothing
but our mirrors. Insist we chew them
with our mouths closed.
Yes I know my face is a fashion mistake.
Yes I know they would hate me
if they could see who I really am.
Dear Shame, if I could see who you