UC DAVIS FIRST-GENERATION COLLEGE STUDENT EXHIBITION
there’s jello on the shelf across me
the good kind, red
like the blood they took this morning
devoured - desired - far from me
far enough to lose all connection to
what would we be if we bled blue?
who am i to say i do not
but blood is red is normal to be such
is known and i know
i bled red
stained across the blanket of stares
lost amidst a constant sting of- having to breathe
but as it breeds tied to my veins
i realize just how far from normal
red blooded people see me as
red was her favorite color
for she wanted to know fire
burn instead of soak
in pools of her own water
drowning under layers of-
her truth seeps from buried emotion
silent- so no one will know
screaming through forced smiles
whispers crawling against her breast
burrowing beneath crevices of old wounds
she tells me
burning would be better
pain hurts less than choking on nothingness
with what is left
it is not apple season.
i am not a seed.
you are not my keeper.
are we animals?
in my house of
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