Disjointed

Broke my finger when I touched myself
Couldn’t find where the vulva was supposed to split
And it was too slippery down there,
Too foreign for my comfort

Lost my voice when I called your name
Lettering like kola nut in my mouth
Slicing my tongue
When I tried explaining myself
To myself, or whoever would listen

(This was supposed to be forever,
I was supposed to be forever)

I’ve stepped into every phase of my life
With a twisted ankle and feeling a little less grounded

Cut my hand on the mirror
As I tried to learn myself
Without asking any of the hard questions I know I hate to hear

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