A house is filled with knifes

Plates, cups and spoons.

Necessities like towels,

Water and food.

But no one discusses

The Dispenser:

The person who is used.

They are expected to give

They are used...

They are almost never given,

Like a maid with no pay

They’re only allowed to “do.”

Eerie as the night

They lie in wait

For another bruise.

They are expected to be quiet—Shh!

e v e n y o u ...

They say traveling is fun.

I like to see the children in

The foreign places run.

I like to feel like the happiness in my

Life has just begun,

But I think I forget where I came from:

Broken windows and houses filled

With loaded guns.

Bruises that when touched

Are no fun.

They say secret secrets aren’t fun

They say secret secrets hurt everyone.

I can move from city to city

And feel sprun...