Here is an old poem I wrote. It was published in the UMASS Boston Watermark.
You’ve moved from home life,
A self loathing sight.
On the floor.
Doing what you’re told.
Hail Mary’s sold.
To a crooked cross of gold.
The wall flower wilts,
Banished with the white elephants.
Dreams of a parent’s infant.
Behind locked doors
A collection of marrow and ivory.
In Christian steeples
Every night it’s you and a leather belt
Every night it’s less feelings felt
Told mommy and daddy you’d join the workforce
While their checks are a chemical melt
The yellow brick road
Leads to a rabbit
A direct route
To an elephant graveyard.
This is Allston Rat City.
So this happened at the Model Cafe tonight
Boychild at Dont Ask Dont Tell: Mykki Blanco, 4/27/13
Social Services at Dont Ask Dont Tell: Mykki Blanco, 4/27/13