SLAM

At a young age,
I had to learn to dodge stones,
grow angry scales
along innocent freckled skin,
and open my eyes to a world not quite ready
to hear this tigresses voice.
Speaking in tongues to those paid to listen-
of fairytale wars, battle scars,
and the many linoleum squares I counted
day in and day out, I became mute.
Escaping through rabbit holes and back alleys
into a world of ink and worthy paper cuts.

[ I wear these
      paper cuts
         like a fucking
                  fashion statement! ]

And this goes out to you-
The Eden snakes, you dead eyed demons:

It is you that keep me up at night,
weighing down these artist fingers-
IT IS YOU I WILL SLAM AT AN OPEN MIC NIGHT!

Because I,
I do have a life worth writing about.