Hoodie

It feels like an instinct, a safe place.

Cover and cower away and pull into the dark.

No longer a human in this space.

Pick at the sleeves and at the face,

jump at the inkling of a spark.

It shifts into a home, a safe place.

This is not a race, not a race.

I cannot pull into park,

and find myself in a safe place.

If I must, I will give chase,

look away from the dark,

and find a safe place.

Pack my features in a suitcase,

nothing more than a punctuation mark.

The pauses are the safe place.

Scream and shout with a straight face,

You’ll only be shouting to the dark,

This should not be an instinct, this safe place,

for you are a human in this space.

(This poem was written during high school in April 2019).

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