SLAM POETRY AUTOBIOGRAPHY

Head to the ground, heard god through the drywallash in my tray, blade steady at my pulse nowKid with a lighter, hid from the man of the houseprayed to a father but that word already yours now

cigarette husks in my lungs when I breatheinnocence died in the cracks of my teethI didn’t know truth, I just learned how to break and kneellearned how to bleed without asking if what I was feeling was real

scars don’t talk, they stare blank at my face backfaith got stripped, left me empty at the fucking bank

I am a problem but I am the proofBuilt from everything that you didn’t want me to beYou took my life away with no empathysilence screams from my hanging tree

I sit on a throne made from rust & painbarbed wire like a halo cutting into my brainEveryone prays as they lie at my feetHands on the wounds but they weren’t from meIn my head, dead forever since that day

Poison my decision, every choice that I makeMockery dressed up as destiny

How do I confess at your altar when my lungs are full of watereven in submission, my voice will never falter

Stab you in the back, silver tongue in my mouthJudas in spirit, I know what I am nowBrain full of ghosts that never shut upEvery echo screams “prove you’re worthy of love”

They call me insane, cuffed in the pressFamily tree and my name is the messRead me my rights, I am ready to repent

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