Prude

My dad doesn't ask for help, so neither do I 

living off of carefully constructed oversights 

Slip ups even 

Anyways, I always ride a helmet when I bike 

El barrio aint shit 

But i'm still scared to go outside 

Been crunching sets of 50 between 50 second oil binges 

When did I decide I had to be good at everything? 

So I stay drunk, smiling stupidly at my reflection 

Like a chicken in the summer

I’ve shaved my head but refuse to fly

Its 2:16 now, and my mom wont let me leave

She saids I need to finish all the eggs on my plate 

I should tell her   

about the empty cereal boxes under my bed but

What is it about hearing your full name said out loud that makes your belly sink?

Instead I ask her to give me a little time 

I’m watching my brother learn to park between two trash cans on the side of the street 

I used to spend my nights ruining clothes that fit me just right 

Hiding them in the stuffing of my pillow cases 

I did it again last night 

And I'll do it again tomorrow too


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