roxi anderson

walking through the density of hatred
walking hard. walking strong.
i try not cry when i find hate letters slip
into the slates of my locker
i went to my consular for the first time,
since my crazy attack, i nearly picked up a bottle
of budweiser if it wasn't for clayson who took the drink out of my
evil hands. that's how both my mom and dad died. simply
picking up a bottle.
today, i walked to the beach by myself since clayson
wasn't at his house. i didn't go too far but i sat there
in the middle of the ocean, watching out for benny
at the lifehouse station for anything weird across
the docks, but everything was normal with garbage deposing
the waste into the waters, i shook my head at the site
and rope the boat against the docks.
if i wasn't shun by the whole student body, i wouldn't
be hanging around in a boat on baywatch.
but things are changing.
and things are looks up for me,
but i'm still walking through the
density of hatred.