Description: I wanted to experiment with my gender and sexuality and it got me somewhere I didn't know existed. I just wanted to know where I could go when without a place to recall. It was then that all the places became the same.
I don't know what I can do but hope for the wisdom I acquired in this past life to have gone somewhere much needed. I can only pray that God took my poetry and with it painted a mural somewhere. Do you think thoughts can travel?
I am a sorry son. Part two -------------------------------------------
Look at your reflection
It's always a good distraction
I took my own rights
And my own preferences and destroyed them.
Like a curious child as to what would be left over
All the privilege I exploited my whole world it has hindered
It isn't that anybody's taken
Or done any of all the branding
Rather than keep what I made
Preserve what I created
I downsized every ounce of me and became sedated
I don't remember my last embrace
Or all the kind words I erased
I can't recall all my melodies like I used to
I don't have it in me to see the skies a pure blue
I can't look people in the eye with interest
Their eyes tell me that I'm something to detest
I've entered this realm
Of a witches cackling
And the laughter is just my own
Laughing something right back at me