the sun, it shines too brightly
we need it, but it shines so brightly
it shines little sun beams, blinding my eyes dancing holding hands
piercing clouds and flickering on the seas
they kiss the plants and hug the trees
but I don’t like the beams. the sun sends too many. they do not like me.
I get no kiss or hug, they run wild and poke and call names
once they told me I was worthless but that’s when no one was around.
they told me I was dirty and the sun will burn the filth.
but I’m not dirty, i’m clean, i swear on our virgin mary. I speak to her sometimes too, but she is friends with the sun. his little beams dance around and please everyone.
so I hide. I search for shadows. safe spaces. a haven.
I found the beams cannot touch me there.
they can stand on the edge and peer and leer,
but I cannot see them and I cannot hear.
my shadows are safe. they wrap around me like a dark blanket.
I think I will stay here.
