maelynslavik

there are swans all around me 

but they are blind 

or i am invisible 

and i don't know which

I think I live for the silent and still —

The friends you made against your will.

The evening light,

The morning mist,

The impossible odds that you even exist.

They call it “the hood.”

We call it family.

They call it “ghetto.”

We call it culture.

It’s loud — but it’s home.

The ice cream truck rings at the same time every day.

Once upon a time you were the girl with too much passion. 

You tried your very hardest to be in love with the world,

and it made you beautiful. 

But you lost that person to love,

Today I thought I looked pretty

It must have been a trick of the light

I can't fall asleep in this city

I wish that you'd come stay the night.

Last week I talked to you for hours