Mere/Merde

I was one of your own,
but you threw me to the wolves.

Chest ripped open,
heart on a platter.

Buffet for the sick.
All you can eat.

The sick, the drunk,
the fucked up,
the fuckers.

Fuck you
and your mother.

My Skin

My masks are falling off,
smashing in pieces on the floor.

The porcelain has been so heavy for so long.

Hand-painted as I wore them,
everyday of my little life.

I try to blame the artists, but I handed them the brushes and picked out the paint.

I always wondered what my skin might look like.

Oreos

Am I a visible minority?

You told me I was.

When I was worth it.

Am I oppressed? I guess so.

Am I criticized? You bet.

Am I black? I don't know.

Am I white? I guess I should be.