I'm telling the truth, but i'm lying: essays

The first essay is to prove to you that I have a childhood

When they come for me

the hands that held me

Young girls they do get weary

Yaka

Becoming a liar

Tehuti

The quiet before

Take two for pain

Like a war

This is what happens

What it feels like

Beauty in the breakdown

It has a name

Side effects may include

Life sentence

As hopeless as smoke

The day before

We don't wear blues

Some days are fine

When we bleed

Searching for magic,