Feb 2011
I am a man.
I am one of two sexes, I am made with Y’s and X’s.
I have two hands, and two shoes
My skin is a shade of tan,
against two eyes, a little darker than most,
to see right through.
I am a man. I am destined to like the colour blue. and I do.
Black hair, thick frame, brown eyes
My ***** is average sized, or so Google has told me,
defining and aligning my masculinity to the length of a certain body ***** that almost no ones sees,
It only makes sense.
I am a man, after all.
And I understand the part of the debt that I owe.
I pay my attention to the fighters who guard things I fought to know.
With that knowledge they hold in the throes of their quotes
take note.
And beware,
because creatively, I will so rudely steal away ideas you’ve owned.
Seeing that feeling reeling in your frontal lobe,
gripping it and IV dripping it into my bones.
And then I will break them, seam after seam
sprinting through dusty rocks and skipping stones in my bloodstream.
Eroding my veins with it’s electricity.
****, I am a man.
I walk, like I lead with my chest and
I talk, like I lead with my head
but my lips lead with what I’ve already said
So I, dust off the dirt of another loss
like I’m coming back from the dead.
I can speak. I speak like you are my foundation, that I am building my words against your brains
training myself to speak in beauty
and praying not to speak in vain.
But I am only a man.
and I am a hypocrite,
I’ve fallen victim to ripping images from television
and I can feel them chipping the paint,
as if stripping my brain was the ultimatum in my struggle to self sustain.
I am a hypocrite.
Because I tell myself that I am better. that I am so different.
but I guess I, pay too much attention to this hipster ****
and taking too much time to find that my tragic flaw was my indifference.
cause everything I’ve tried to hold on to so tightly, was rubbing away at my fingerprints.
I will atone for my ignorance.
I am atoning for my ignorance.
Every thought I taste
Every day I waste is a prayer of sincerity
Not a prayer of repentance, No.
not just yet
and I am a man with a chant, with a mantra
sounding like
I wanna be somebody, I wanna be somebody, I want to be somebody
Honest
Because honesty
I just want to engage it...
putting a 3 carat ring on it’s finger,
committing myself to its promises, and marrying it wild
i want to puke truth like a child
Or rather
I want to nurse the truth back to health make it fall in love with me,
and when it runs away
i want it to return like a dove to me.
like 40 days, running deep as a flood to me,
I want it to sing to me
Because then you can hear God understand who you are, and she hears me perfectly
defining and aligning my masculinity to the strength of my heart,
which almost no one sees
it’s only making sense.
and you have to understand, my personalities ***** is...huge.
like, that rumour about Asians is just so untrue.
because in the lyrical bedroom my rhythms are smoother than chocolate fondue
and I’ll make love to our intellect in positions that are considered taboo
until neither of our mind’s bodies can become unglued
but I digress
I am something more potent than my style of prose
I fill out more body than I have in my clothes
so don’t talk until you walked in the tread of my soul
I am a man that is far too much for a social role
I am a man, I am a man, I am a man, I am a
Man, I want to give back my manliness, in exchange for godliness
and i’ll go ahead and give up a pretentious thought, or maybe even two
and i guess i’ll toss in that childhood too
in goes those high school years I faked my way through
and i’ll go ahead and give up my skewed world view
because in lieu
of every limit I set on myself and what I can do
I must repeat the mantra out loud
If you would please look into me, I’d be pleased to look into you.
I am one of two sexes, I am made with Y’s and X’s.
I have two hands, and two shoes
My skin is a shade of tan,
against two eyes, a little darker than most,
to see right through.
I am a man. I am destined to like the colour blue. and I do.
Black hair, thick frame, brown eyes
My ***** is average sized, or so Google has told me,
defining and aligning my masculinity to the length of a certain body ***** that almost no ones sees,
It only makes sense.
I am a man, after all.
And I understand the part of the debt that I owe.
I pay my attention to the fighters who guard things I fought to know.
With that knowledge they hold in the throes of their quotes
take note.
And beware,
because creatively, I will so rudely steal away ideas you’ve owned.
Seeing that feeling reeling in your frontal lobe,
gripping it and IV dripping it into my bones.
And then I will break them, seam after seam
sprinting through dusty rocks and skipping stones in my bloodstream.
Eroding my veins with it’s electricity.
****, I am a man.
I walk, like I lead with my chest and
I talk, like I lead with my head
but my lips lead with what I’ve already said
So I, dust off the dirt of another loss
like I’m coming back from the dead.
I can speak. I speak like you are my foundation, that I am building my words against your brains
training myself to speak in beauty
and praying not to speak in vain.
But I am only a man.
and I am a hypocrite,
I’ve fallen victim to ripping images from television
and I can feel them chipping the paint,
as if stripping my brain was the ultimatum in my struggle to self sustain.
I am a hypocrite.
Because I tell myself that I am better. that I am so different.
but I guess I, pay too much attention to this hipster ****
and taking too much time to find that my tragic flaw was my indifference.
cause everything I’ve tried to hold on to so tightly, was rubbing away at my fingerprints.
I will atone for my ignorance.
I am atoning for my ignorance.
Every thought I taste
Every day I waste is a prayer of sincerity
Not a prayer of repentance, No.
not just yet
and I am a man with a chant, with a mantra
sounding like
I wanna be somebody, I wanna be somebody, I want to be somebody
Honest
Because honesty
I just want to engage it...
putting a 3 carat ring on it’s finger,
committing myself to its promises, and marrying it wild
i want to puke truth like a child
Or rather
I want to nurse the truth back to health make it fall in love with me,
and when it runs away
i want it to return like a dove to me.
like 40 days, running deep as a flood to me,
I want it to sing to me
Because then you can hear God understand who you are, and she hears me perfectly
defining and aligning my masculinity to the strength of my heart,
which almost no one sees
it’s only making sense.
and you have to understand, my personalities ***** is...huge.
like, that rumour about Asians is just so untrue.
because in the lyrical bedroom my rhythms are smoother than chocolate fondue
and I’ll make love to our intellect in positions that are considered taboo
until neither of our mind’s bodies can become unglued
but I digress
I am something more potent than my style of prose
I fill out more body than I have in my clothes
so don’t talk until you walked in the tread of my soul
I am a man that is far too much for a social role
I am a man, I am a man, I am a man, I am a
Man, I want to give back my manliness, in exchange for godliness
and i’ll go ahead and give up a pretentious thought, or maybe even two
and i guess i’ll toss in that childhood too
in goes those high school years I faked my way through
and i’ll go ahead and give up my skewed world view
because in lieu
of every limit I set on myself and what I can do
I must repeat the mantra out loud
If you would please look into me, I’d be pleased to look into you.
