Change is a Thing

I wrote this when I was stoned

Things stop mattering as much

When I meet someone as cool as you who treats me better, I will leave. I love you, but I can love others. 

When I start seeing my tattoos in the way I see my scars, I will cherish my skin. I have been writing stories on my skin since I cut my leg on Maya's tricycle when I was a little girl.

When I was a little girl, I thought my brother would never leave me. Now he is much older and he has said goodbye.

When I look at my baby sister, I see a tiny, tiny face, and my heart wants to burst with love because I see her much older. When she is older, she will have her own scars and tattoos.

I am older now, a whopping 20, and things are becoming expensive. Brothers begin to leave. Sisters discover their toes. And I wish I cared more about the stars in the sky, but I am too busy thinking about how to free myself of you. 

I am commenting on our generation. I think I am much, much older. I have always been a cynic but I am beginning to see the beauty in things, so I'm beginning to take a few steps back so I can breathe.