Music: How uncle sings quietly
in my room.
Hate: The look in aunt’s eyes directed at me.
You do not seduce your elders’ she say.
Loyalty: I am the enemy.
He is the victim.
You do not look like this and expect foreign fingers,
to not pry you open.
Rope: I can’t tie my shoe laces,
but I am learning to knot lines
around my neck.
Cut: A blade is stuck in my throat
any attempt to cry for help
will send it farther down.
God: How do you anger someone
into proving his existence?
How long will I pretend I don’t believe you exist?