A house is filled with knifes
Plates, cups and spoons.
Necessities like towels,
Water and food.
But no one discusses
The Dispenser:
The person who is used.
They are expected to give
They are used...
They are almost never given,
Like a maid with no pay
They’re only allowed to “do.”
Eerie as the night
They lie in wait
For another bruise.
They are expected to be quiet—Shh!
e v e n y o u ...
They say traveling is fun.
I like to see the children in
The foreign places run.
I like to feel like the happiness in my
Life has just begun,
But I think I forget where I came from:
Broken windows and houses filled
With loaded guns.
Bruises that when touched
Are no fun.
They say secret secrets aren’t fun
They say secret secrets hurt everyone.
I can move from city to city
And feel sprun...