The word leave my mouth in a long, heavy cloud-
each letter dying to get out as if to meet someone, anyone.
As in before and after you come into this world and yet
Somehow still during. Is this life?
Alone, like the kind of alone you were afraid of as a child.
Hide and go seek and no one bothered to find you.
Alone like Macaulay Culkin at home.
Like really motherfucking alone.
Alone, a black girl in a room full of other black people
feels like another species. Embrace me, my silence says.
Our skin born from the same mother hue, we are kin.
But my silence is too loud over your trap music.
Alone, my mother writes me off as ‘odd’
Odd in the way people say when they
Don’t know what your deal is.
Alone, my father talking at me never to me.
Alone. I want to go home, but I can’t even call phoenix home
and Flagstaff is just a place I am passing though.
Every place feels like no place, these days.
Alone. I’m asking Allah why my only connection is my pen.
Alone. Everything feels like I am saying goodbye.
Time will fly
the way it does and what do I have to show for it
except another poem about it leaving me?
Alone. Like a Frank Ocean song.
The earth is a glowing ball of rock on her own
Path, light years away from the sun
Months from another planet.
Even the ones close to her.
Paradoxical, she’s covered in people and still by herself.
Earth, you and I both.
Alone, sometimes I still miss you like all the times.
Alone. What an asshole of a word- but only because it’s the truth.
I will tell it.
This is not merely a confession
It’s a reveal all.
Depression is hosting this session and I
the featured guest.
Alone, like if I tell you I can give it away.
Alone like maybe someday I won’t be.
Alone, like the end of a poem. This poem