too fucking bad

I’ve been afraid my whole life
To live my own life

Paper shadows. Construction paper colours
Sparkles. So many sparkles. Itching for a brightness
Laughed at
Ridiculed

Denied.

Not believed in

So I folded my clumsy drawing into something smaller
Those bright colours I turned inward
So less would show
Those INAPPROPRIATE words I crushed
And covered over with sharpie

I found myself the right sort of envelope

To be in

But often sparkles show. The words as well
The colours

And the art I am is applauded

Little knowing it is just the smallest bit peeking out of
this manilla envelope

Smoothing paper. Unfolding. I am garish in here
And always too much

Too fucking bad

So fucking good

I am tearing up this envelope

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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