Escape by Ie’shia McDonald

Fate. I was almost back to better days, but that calm had to scatter.

Because a tie will never have room for first or second,Slowly and steady.Just know that my eyes move slowly as I plaster my fateIn a 3-line email.

I sing love poems to myself all night because I’m afraid for someone to discover my work.

I dream of ideas of love,scenario it through and through,but it never worked for me.

I’m trying to figure out the woman I’m supposed to be.Whether I should hold onto a dream or wipe my hands clean.

So I try to Maya Angelou the confusion away,

or be more Frank about the Ocean and escape my own mind.

Surely some good will come of this,I remind myself.So I fold my hands behind my back, and I finally know what it is like to trust.My body is still tired.I feel like I have broken bones in my feet

now I know what it’s like to step into two hearts

and three is not the charm

Just a way to get rid of the twowhen in reality all you want isto be the oneand alone

How did we get here?To silence, to lonely music and dry pens.

How did we get to goodbyeit wasn’t here last weekend.

Anyways,

I know that if I conjugate my verbs correctlythis shouldn’t matter in time.

I’ll be able to escape it.

Sit down, write melodies and paint a picture of it

And the feeling will go away and slowly fade

Escape.