This i remember
Of the grade 8
The teacher did trivia
Games
I got the answer wrong
The kids called me ******
We are smarter than you
What is with the torture
I just wanted to be a forensic pathologist
I up
Leave
See mfers.
And never come back.

As DMX said
The bullsh*t the drama
The racists
These things so
Angry and hatefull
Makes me want to spit, swirl my baodings
And say
"Stupid society"
I need no seal
Of approvel
I am me

I want to say yes
Yes to love
Yes to seeing summer
Fireworks
Yes to new experiences
And yes to......
Before it disappears
On me.

No I am not a psychopath
No I don't have bells palsy
No I am not a fire bug
No I am not a ******
No I am not a serious killer
No  I am not a criminal

It's called ptsd.
It's called human.

To tanta
My birth mother
I know that you
Tried your might
To make me a future
Despite your abusive husband
Thank you for everything
My ptsd is not your
Fault.

To my birth father
You are a
Freaking dirt bag
For not getting a
Job and leaving me to be
Tortured for two
Flipping years
Thanks a bunch
Deadbeat

Is this bat man
Is this joker
Who the hell knows
To me its just a happy
Go lucky person
Ready to tackle something
Of importance.

This is no
Poker face
This is no
Cocky smirk
I am actually smiling

Feeling zen
I am in a calmer mood
And more chill additude
But maybe that is because
I might
Go out
For an outing
Strange

Beginning of the day
Harolding the beginning of a
New week
New possibilities
New emotions
New experiences
I am happy for this monday
And the blessings from the universe
That's why I smile.