Sable

A kid simplified and broken down

Reduced to a microphone in their hand,

The notes that leave their lips.

This child is more than this.

“You are my daughter”

All I see,

Turning heads.

I can’t believe

You want me dead.

I spoke the truth

And you spoke lies

I still feel

SItting on a chair,

Waiting patiently as I rise

Into the heavens we go

Then comes the end of the rope,

And down the slope we go.

I'm American born and raised 

not enough pay 

I'm an American women through and through

women don’t get to choose

I live in Vermont

why does he always get what he wants

Gentle as water sliding down your face,

A voice like a bell.

A smile as beautiful as a rose,

And as strong as an eagle.

Hands and arms with ink scribbled over them like tattoos.

Hair like a sunset.

you’re perfect.

all of you.

and i don’t need to say more

but i will

because i want to write about every one of you