7

They call me terrorist.  Radical.  Zealot.  Because I obey the ancient laws of my people, the Kree and punish those who do not.  Because I do not forgive your people for taking the life of my father and his father and his father before him.  A thousand years of war between us will not be forgotten.

bird-boned boy, boy with the poison in your veins,
boy with the warning signs for skin, have you ever wondered
if you are loving too much? if you are letting it burn you
from the inside out, from the cavity in your chest
to the bruises on your flesh to the fire in your eyes?
bird-boned boy, boy with the smile made for war,
boy with too much love for your goddamn body, have you ever wondered
what to call the monsters you create in your sleep?
and what about the ones that are real, the ones
with two eyes and a regular heartbeat and a handgun and a fast car
and a bottle of pills placed on your tongue like a gift,
like a bullet, like a punch,
but never like a kiss? and, bird-boned boy,
boy with the mouth made for prayer and the soul waiting to ignite,
have you ever wondered if maybe you are holy?
have you ever wondered if maybe you could be?
—  boy who lives with secrets | m.c.p