the moon doesn't tell you to hide under a blanket

so that the monster doesn't grab your feet

after the night has dissolved to every corner of the sky

you look at the crescent wide awake among lies

roots crawl up your toes, caressing your knees,

you see it climb up parallel to your ribcage, all-around your neck

the moon doesn't stop you from worrying

because anxiety is moonlight reflecting in every part of your body

you are scared to turn off the lights because monster under your bed will crawl

you will gasp for breath but you might as well drown

because the moon doesn't tell you to forget all it implied.

the sand turned brown when the sun cursed it again,

I am not a curse, I am not fire full of desire,

I am burning hope born on sand molded to brown soil,

I am not a victim of change, I am the creator of change the change,

I was always divided,

into lands, languages, culture, timezones, don’t get me started,

conflict is my sibling, unwilling to agree to a point,

I was brought up rocking on a cradle called diversity,

my home is not where I come from but where my mind wanders on afternoon walks, trying to run away to from it,

but I am profanity, desolated from the world, I am where I belong, I am my own home unwilling to accept myself

Bad kind of butterflies

Burning the pit of my stomach

Bad kind of butterflies

Blood all over my hands

Bad kind of butterflies

Burying what I have got to hide

Bad kind of butterflies

Backbone crushing with the load

Bad kind of butterflies

Because I killed myself for you

Inspiration- Alec Benjamin’s song I killed someone for you, Camila Cabello’s song Bad kind of butterflies

Jasmine Higgins prompts