I don’t know the last time I lived in a cage that didn’t rattle

or a body that didn’t feel like a cage
I mean, this is my home but my armor feels like
I mean my skin feels like
that fifteen seconds of terror when I misplace my keys
sometimes feels like
movie marathons in folding chairs sometimes
like I really need to get up and be anywhere else but here right now
and so I’ve never really came home to something
that-
actually I can end that sentence right there-
I’ve never really came home to something.
because my body as mine is a political debate
is a perceived playground or kiddie pool by boys who never grew into men
so now my body as mine feels like a damn fairy tale
and I was once in a fairy tale
skipping through the forest in a cape the color of my blood until I met my first wolf
or my second or my
now every hug that lasts even a second too long feels like false security
like your best friend’s bedroom
like that “nice guys” bedroom
like the choir of ‘why’d you even come home with me then?’s
or ‘I could tell you weren’t into it but….’
that sing until there is no such thing as a safe space
it’s all just space
so I’m sorry I’ve been putting that between us
‘cause you seem nice but
they say “a gentleman is a patient wolf”
and I’ve already shook the hands of my fair share,
felt them nipping, gnawing
so now you don’t even have to huff and puff to blow me down
anymore.
in the airport they teach you not to let anyone touch your luggage
but I didn’t pack this baggage by myself
and sometimes I have trouble unpacking it alone
but it’s hard for me to trust you to do it when
so many others were just breaking and entering
didn’t realize they were breaking when they were entering
so I am a garden now, yes but I learned a damn long time ago
that even roses have thorns
so I grew my own
and when that wasn’t enough, I strung up the sirens
so no I never thought I’d be a security system when I grew up
never thought I’d be a cage until I got surrounded with sharks
and they said swim at your own risk
said live at your own risk
said it was my fault for wanting to go swimming in the first place.

Published by ampersandthenwhat

Writes poems. Tries to be a better person everyday. Doesn’t have it all figured out.

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