Looking Nice and Saturday Nights

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

I feel there’s something foul when I fully express grief.
Because I was never lost or abandoned, or genetically weak.

I’ve faced no monster, nor died to a dragon. 
I’ve lived in a boat, a fortress, and a covered wagon.

There’s a safety net wherever I step,
Yet I still express how this world is inept.

But I know I’m the one ignorant, when my reality is blessed.
Blessed in comfort, I am
Still with pains in my chest.

I am a censored child with a censored behind, a censored perception in my young censored eyes.

Because all the pain I’ve felt is censored.
I’m in a cute and tiny league.
I put my censored pen to censored paper, and hope the censored inside me leaves.*

*comfortably

Author's Note

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.