JayJay

I write to relate,

and to speak my truth.

I write to prove I know pain,

and to see that others do too.

I write to be heard.

When the world becomes a deaf frustration,

I've never felt second best,

Being a twin, you get asked a lot of questions:

"Who's older?"

"Who's smarter?"

"Who's the favorite?"

Inspiration is a fickle thing.

It toys with my emotions.

Fool's spring,

it instills false confidence,

making me feel like I

could change the world,

sitting on my couch

in my flannel pants

Someone asks me, “What is your favorite book?”

I say, “I do not know.”

How can I choose?

How, in this world of 

thousands upon thousands

In order to live, the human body needs three things:

Food, water, and air. 

In order to thrive, the human body needs just a few things:

Shelter, love, and care. 

The clock is ticking, the Earth is crying,
A world once lush, now slowly dying.
The skies are choked with smoke and dust,
The oceans rise, the forests rust.