Now my body is made to feel like an art museum
Transporting every split of fear into my adulthood
Weighing all the things I couldn’t let go off
And how I have shelled to protect myself
In the face of all the bullies whistled through me
A past rooted with pain, chains on my breathing
Queer in my mannerisms, I come out today
To a language fading slow
A secret everyone knows
Heavy on my shoulders
Cultivating a goodbye
A voice that bleeds truth
Carrying my pains like art
One day I might not like to hide myself anymore
From all the cultural lies and crumbs am spooned
From all the “prayers that couldn’t help save me”
And all the rumors crowding in my name, these
Old wounds and broken jawlines surfacing
Allowing yesterday to still live in my eyes
And, when life rolls and happens tomorrow
I pray I don’t bear the seeds of that child anymore
Who is afraid of himself, whilst finding his way home.
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