A For N, G, S, and T.

My eyes are covered in fire, salt glistens outside

I am saddened into quiet and low breaths

Weights placed across my breast plate

Barb wires tied around my vital organs

Please I cannot fight this war alone

I am the shameful seed my family had sown

The sheep among goats, a butchered lamb gone sour

I am nothing in the eyes of those who bore me

A distant mistake wishing to fade away

Erase me from the photographs again

But his brilliance drives me to keep going

Why, of all my choices, have you appeared before me

I fear I am growing crooked.

Author's Note

05.28.2014