Menace to society and a mess inside of me. He lives there beneath my spaghetti hair in brain mush. Squish. Squish him like a bug; Shrug. Can’t. He's like a hood roach cuz they always come back - Waterbugs the size of rats coexisting in this habitat. Unfazed by Raid, undecayed. Bad omen creatures for good reason. His features play by the seasons, wearing the outfit that suits him. The shoe fits. Sociopath or schizophrenic; I may be bi but even manic I never be actin’ so crazy high like this guy that gets by the damn system that seems built for him and rigged, triggered for our blood. Just cuz. Let him pull my plug and y’all shrug because he labels me a damn thug and that slug gets to see another rain. And this is the monster I became. A nefarious beast crawling out like Ursula from the sea I bewitch you trick you to think you have the power genuinely I still cower, yet your words are a cold shower - I rinse insufferably each time. Each rhyme I get closer to me - Can I finally live beyond spaghetti hair, growing from the mush of my brain, taking lessons from the insane.
-Kristina Rose Garcia