According to you

I am not polite.

I am a gunshot in the dark

On a cloudy night.

I am a cussword

On the once tied

Lips of a parent

When you went too far.

I am the screeching

Of the tires

Of your first car.

Cause I am an accident

According to you. 

And I am a hexing

By the witches

Who at Stonehenge live.

I am the push

And the pull

Who will never give.

I am the death 

Of a kiss

Never planted on lips.

Cause I am unattractive

According to you. 

I’m a punch

And a fist

And a falling star

And a wish

And a voice

And the revolution

And the sky at night

And the sun.

Cause I can’t be these things

According to you.

Silence me

2 hands on my mouth 

Is not what they used

To silence me.

It’s the law and

All of your silence

That defies me.

It’s your willingness

To look in my eye

And lie to me.

Your turned heads

And lack of care

Is what denies me

Life.