Poem by Blue Robinson

 Floating in darkness pulling anxiety from my throat like hair

Why, why, why 1 ask God, why am I here?

There's people around me and there's doors

I wanna run far, far away but I look down and there aren't any floors

Tlift my bum and lay flat in the space

Wishing I had superpowers to create a mirror

where I could see my face

Suddenly, suddenly there's a screaming in my head

The end of another horrid day in my comfortable bed

I close my eyes but I do not rest

Tears on pillow, and sheets to breast

Finally as I sleep at night

I dream of death, such a beautiful sight

Brown woman in a cold world

Immature outlook, one blue girl

The pressure is starting to close in tight

But I promised my baby

I would try with all my might

Addiction slowly consuming me

I wish to be someone I'll never be

Falling, falling deeper into the darkness Praying that one day, one year maybe

I'll touch a surface