Oranges

They find the sweetest parts of us,

The exotic nectar and suck it out;

They want to run with society's rejects, play with the rejects;

But toss us to the side when they get a taste

And bleed us dry.

It's only fun when they can get the good parts.

And when we have nothing left

They’re nowhere to be found.

Throwing us away.

After stealing all the good parts.

But one day I hope to build a home for society’s

not-normals.

And allow them to be their truest self.

Making them into the stars I know they are

while knowing they have a safe place to stay.

02.19.19