Use proper proper pronouns
Poetic terms dance through my brain
Music, a concentrating tool or a boogie on the walk home
My love taking up my free time
Plan on escaping this town of all known faces
Sarcastic comments leave my lips
Intoxicated looking steps on my walks home
Journey To Hope a passion
Goofy at right and sometimes wrong moments
Last but not least,
I am on search for “Melody”.
If you are out there,
I ‘d love to hear from you.
When I was in grade 9,
He chased me down the street
Dragged me by the ear
Then by arm
I cried and screamed
But police officers
“Just go home. HE is in the right”
But strength gained
By December, 2019, I will be able to tell the people I care about what I need from them and communicate with me.
“Think it’s about time they trade the clout for sobriety” – Nothing, Nowhere