by BRION
An Abecedarian Poem
Buying time to cry alone
consumed by my lack of confidence.
Denying that I could ever be wrong.
Everyday running closer than farther to my resolve.
Forgetting the hope I once had.
God, why have I forgotten my name.
Hallelujah, I’m pressure to shock through my obstacles.
Isolated from the world around me.
Jokingly you make me feel so weak.
Killing me slowly like poison.
Living up to your expectations must be something I can’t do.
My forgiving mother, my unaccepting father
never took it into account that I was trying,
openly humiliating me, cursing my name and the like.
Personally picking on my non-particular possessions
quite like the many posters I hang in my room:
Red, Blue, Pink, Yellow, all symbolizing emotion.
Still I fight as much as I can
to persuade you I’m still someone worth your favor.
Unlike other people, I’ve gotten stronger for you and you alone.
Victory will be bestowed upon those with my determination.
Wonder how I will win?
Xavier can tell you himself.
You just need to stay awake and not turn into a
zombie.
SUBMIT YOUR WORK
