See It

Don’t be it, don’t be the child to make me mother
don’t feel the grief in me requires parental consent
jokey faces
silly tone
these be the affordability of you that tells me I need something more.

When did tears become something to fear?
Like streaks of black across the colour of your day,
an affront, a dis-perception
of how you want me to see the world right now,
But god damn it these are the frames I have been given,
the focus choose,
the view askew that just is,
and as much as I wish my vision blurry
do not deny me my eyes.

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