Blend the black and white to
create the grey
This is all I want to do today, this day
Every single moment
Every Single Way
There's a paradigm
A spectrum
I tilt left and right
A therapist
Once held a ruler
up to my face
This is your mom
this is your dad
Black & white
are sorta bad
It's OK to be sad
That's what Jeanne said
And Mauricio
And everyone else in
the church
Who was also crying
themselves to sleep
at night
Just suffering together
was enough to help
us to feel
held together tight
Shaking in my skin like
I'm 15 again
It's me, it's us,
It's him
Why the fuck do I
have to live this
reality over and over
again?
I'm not a flower in
the attic
I'm not the replacement
drug for the fucking
addict
I'm not your mother Mary,
your divine savior
or a pretty face
I refuse to run in
This 100 meter race
This is a prayer right
now to everything that
is sacred in this
place
please
Take away this pain
Save me from the insane
let Isabelle Rain
-Beth F