Writing poetry has become 

an automatic response 

to the slightest wave 

of rejection 

 

washing me up onto the shore 

covering me in seaweed 

and telling me i dont 

belong  

 

Rejection blankets me 

in teary eyes 

tugs at my heart 

leaves me to die 

 

As if the society 

that rejected me 

dunked my head 

under the sea water  

and my weeps were 

drowned out by their 

maniacal laughter 

 

My heart thumped 

and my lungs screamed 

my arms flailed 

as the world failed me  

 

The burning fire 

engulfed my windpipe 

my eyes bulged 

as the pressure intensified 

 

as humankind showed 

no mercy and 

killed my psyche 

and in the autopsy 

i can almost guarantee 

you can see the words 

 

"LET ME BREATHE"  

 

etched onto my lungs 

with traces of human fingernails 

as my peers tattooed those words 

onto my body

in a fit of blinding rage