Sarah Kay performs her spoken word poem ” B ” at the Bowery Poetry Club, Summer 2008 She is gonna call me point B So no matter what happens She can always find her way to me And Im going to paint the solar system On the backs of her hands So she has to learn the entire universe Before she can say oh, I know that like the back of my hand And shes gonna learn that this life will hit you Hard in the face, wait for you to get back up So it can kick you in the stomach but Getting the wind knocked out of you Is the only way to remind your lungs How much they like the taste of air There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by Bandaids or poetry so the first time you realise That Wonder Woman isnt coming dont feel like You have to put the cape on all by yourself Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers Your hands will always be too small to Catch all the pain you want to heal Believe me, Ive tried and baby Ill tell her Dont keep your nose up in the air like that I know that trick, Ive done it a million times. Youre just sniffing for smoke so you can Follow the trail back to a burning house So you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire To see if you can nurse him back to health Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place To see if you can change him But I know that you will anyway, so instead Ill always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rainbows nearby Because theres no heartbreak that chocolate cant fix Ok theres a few heartbreaks that chocolate …