Burning Leaves
Burning leaves
flash me back to Mexico
where fields afire
scorched my young lungs
flash me back to Mexico
where I walked picked clean
young lungs scorched
by incendiary attention
where I walked picked clean
by every male eye
incendiary attention
floating between them
every male gaze
smoked over me
as I floated between them
a tender 15
eyes smoked over me
their hot regard
for a tender 15
with paper white skin
their hot regard
igniting me
paper white skin
a sense of fragile
ignition
caught from fiery fields
and a sense of fragile
anger near implosion
caught from fields on fire
trying to find air to breathe
on the verge of angry implosion
in a country i don't belong
trying to find air to breathe
spring fields still smoldering
a country i don't belong to
burning my tender skin
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