when I was born daddy wasn't there love wasn't there food wasn't there mama was there crying my bottle was empty I couldn't pacifier eyes burn from smoke and fire I tell all my secrets to my therapist she don't know she's the first one on a hit list it's relentless I have to pen this possessed by the grimness dark covenant of the red pen that struck through my creativeness the english teacher she made the list and a few other plagerist can't wait for the purge to hit this could be fiction or non fiction depending on the conviction since the day of my birth been a mission don't talk a lot all I do is listen to my heart and reminisce to the beat while punching a bag light on my feet stepping on these toes is like waking a beast had to fight all my life for peace siblings for a piece of meat prayed to God for something sweet like a piece of cake that's how come I bake and decorate my feelings in the filling good with a bad side hard to paper over I cannot hide the kitchens hot don't jam the jelly and please do not lift the lid off the pot