Emmalynne Shumard
I need you to understand
I don’t exist
I haven’t
for a long time
I think it was the first glare that did it
The murmur
of my teacher’s distrust
The doubt
in my mother’s eye
Since that time,
I have packed away
every thought of me
That did not belong to
Them
I saw acceptance
could not be found
without a knife
I have been
sliced away
cut cookie at my edges
sweet with icing
over uneven lines
I need you to understand this
I need you to see
the blood
on the seams of my hands
I don’t need you to love me for it
I just need you to see
there used to be someone here
I can’t find her anymore
But I need you to look at me
Hear me
I’m begging you
I’m telling you
I’m screaming
my old name
I need you to understand I existed
I need you to know I don’t anymore