bumblebea

I remember when I fell in love with eagles and oak trees, 
with green grass, warm summers, and fireworks. 

I fell in love with what now is brushwood for a fire 
that red white and blue decided to ignite. 

maybe one day i'll see you

at a class reunion 20 years in the future

you'll have gotten taller than i am in heels

your hair will no longer be curled and bleached but

I just need a paper and some pencils. 
Maybe some pillows. 
And a cozy light. 

I write with a knife

It cuts into my heart

Spilling it onto the paper

My emotions

My thoughts

Painted with blood

Once I start

There is no stopping

I bleed

Begging for someone

I am eight. I sit across from my mom in my pediatrician’s office on the paper-covered table. The paper is crinkled and uncomfortable. My mother’s head is cupped in her hands as the pediatrician leaves the room.

I have this teacher...

This teacher is rude and sexist 

They get mad if you don't know the answer to something that they haven't explained yet...

They never get mad at certain students, they have favorites...