Hanging Fire
-Audre Lord

I am fourteenand my skin has betrayed methe boy I cannot live without still sucks his tumb in secrethow come my knees are always so ashywhat if I diebefore the morning comesand momma's in the bedroomwith the door closed.I have to learn how to dancein time for the next party my room is too small for mesuppose I die before graduationthey will sing sad melodiesbut