Invisible Child and Memories of Escape is a portfolio that is part of a series inspired by my poetry. 

Invisible Child

I’m tired of clapping of other people’s kids,

they won’t clap for my kid,

who wouldn’t win one of those awards anyway.

Ever.

Even if she was the best, they would not notice her.

My kid is the outsider

in a school of outsiders.

She has emotions, but you don’t see them,

except for anger, which is all you remember.

She shows her emotions to me though.

And she cries. A lot.

And doesn’t understand what she does to make herself invisible.

And other people’s kids don’t tell her what she does,

they just ignore her or put strange things in her room,

or leave demented notes on her door.

So she runs to hide,

and then becomes more invisible.

Other people’s kids perform the nasty gestures

that define the nametag she becomes,

even if it is true that she helps in earning that badge.

It doesn’t matter, because when other people see my kid,

they dismiss her as another person’s kid,

which makes me so fucking tired of clapping for other people’s kids.