Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

Sometimes anger doesn’t arrive in long speeches–it shows up in fragments, sharp and sudden.

Alphabet Attitude plays with language the way frustration plays with the mind: out of order, sarcastic, and biting. What begins as a playful twist on the alphabet quickly unravels into something more honest–a confession that sometimes rage hides inside humor and wordplay.

Every letter becomes a weapon. Every syllable carries a feeling that refuses to stay quiet.

— Rowan Evans

Alphabet Attitude
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Alphabet Attitude
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I got an attitude
like the alphabet—
A, B, D, C, E, F—
You.

Aye, B—
Did you C the way I feel?
Every line, every letter,
everything’s unreal.

Fucked up, messed up,
twisted through and through,
and yeah—it’s all
because of
you.

Every syllable, sharp like a knife,
spitting letters, spitting rage,
this is my life.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]