This is about how I feel like the child in me is still desperate to come out, but I don’t think I’m ready to work on them. Fish- Jazmin Bean
Tap Tap Tap Tap goes the hand in my chest Rap Rap Rap Rap goes fists on my rib cage The fists of a child My fists The fists of a past me Begging, Screaming for me to let them out But they have been broken Broken by the world Broken my me. My ribs are cracking, But I can’t afford to let them out. The world isn’t ready They’re not ready. I’m not ready.
