draw my name in chalk with the violence of your tongue
there was little time for hopscotch before the setting sun
girls would toss a scrunchie and bend beneath a tree
but I would toss my heart and lose my brittle teeth
I chewed hope for breakfast and used razor blades for floss
then died before five and was resurrected from the loss
you taught me how to love with your resounding hate
and this is how I’ve come—
survival isn’t always living
but there are days when it is life
© Grace Black
Welcome to another year of 30 poems in 30 days.
I also dabble with poetry prompts on Instagram. Follow me there, @graceblackink, for more daily poetry and to play along. Do you dabble in wordplay as well? Let’s create!
Love and Ink,