My Hoodie
My hoodie is more than clothing
You see, to me it is a suit of armor
Deflecting arrows and swinging swords
And piercing eyes that scrutinize
Because today I'm feeling weak inside
If I don't hide from the people outside
They will turn into animals and try
To take a bite out of me
My hoodie is comfortable, warm
The next best thing to a lover's arms
A naked embrace against a kind face
So I remain encased knowing well
That I dwell in this shell
Of second place
My hoodie is black
Because black does not reflect
And I refuse to mirror anyone
Because black blends into anywhere
And I'll not be singled out
By the light of any sun
When my hood is up, its shadow
Paints my face from the nose up
To close up the skin that my
Beard doesn't cover
I am always wearing a mask
On days when the light is loud
And my head is a crowd
I sink into my shroud, lie down
Create my own darkness
Like an inverted God
Wishing I was water instead of meat
So the heat of my beating heart
Would just evaporate me
But I am safe
My pockets are empty
No Colt .45 to turn my living room wall
Into an abstract painting made
With the medium of my brains
No razor blades to dissect my wrists
Following some Suicide diagram
Drawn in blood by a mad scientist
Not unlike the one who undoubtedly
Stitched my monstrous body together
No bottles of pills, quiet kills
Just a perfect dark
The void within the cotton is colored
Pitch like the sharpie marker
I used to scribble on the inner cover
Of an old sketchbook the words
"I always kissed you with my hood down
But if I ever see you again
I will put it up"
I dread the summer
