ONE OF THE BOYS

And in my 21st year

I learnt Im worth whatever I am owed
Another hand another mouth
Another Weekend alone!
You only reap what you can sew!

And in my 25th year

I found a jagged hole within my chest
I tried to fill it with regret
But it bubbled over!
It pooled around my shoes!
It soaked into the carpet!

I now decree:
Die young and inner city
With salt in the wound
Hand on your phone and
Pain in your hollow bones
The only way to go:
With salt in the wound
And coke in your nose,
Bloodied!