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i used to get angry
until realisation hit me
you are stuck in this
you aren't controlling it
suddenly anger became pity
suddenly anger became pity
i didn't know then
what i know now
the thoughts of an adult
aren't the same as a child
i wasn't the same person
as who i am now
time has a way
of changing things around
time has a way of changing things around
once you choose to leave the closet
you can never crawl back inside
so he stays hidden
unseen
silent
waiting for signs of change
the accepting sound of safety
it takes a certain level of brave
to leave that anonymous space
to know the closet will always be open
and choose to leave it anyway
you can never crawl back inside
pick a side
pick a side
pick a side

like sports teams
like equations
like war

pick a label
pick a gender
pick an orientation

what the hell
do we need sides for?

i'm on the side of acceptance
i'm on the side of love
i'm on the side of no sides

maybe one day that will be enough
she told me to pick a side
every drop i bleed
is another chance of life gone
every passing month
a sober reminder
of a clock that won't stop ticking
tick. tick. tick.
desperate hands
on a hollow womb
every drop i bleed
makes it harder for me
to meet you
desperate hands on a hollow womb
mother,
yelling at her child
in the market
mother,
stranger,
how i wish to yell at you
a child.
so precious,
ALIVE!
BREATHING!
HERE.
how i wish i had
a child to yell at
to take into my arms
to love
to kiss
to hug
to yell at,
never again.
be grateful for your children
the light at the end of the tunnel
turned out to be the light
of a brand new dawn
blinding me,
i could not see
what was leading me
to this new beginning
light at the end of the tunnel
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