My soul has gone And passed me by. O lord, Am I misery's child? Everything has gone wrong. Should I even wait the while?
Nineteen years ago, I was born to a woman I've yet to get to know. She would holler and cuss me Up and down, Beating me into a mist With an open fist as well as her Fiery words. Despite my vane efforts, She said she could never resist.
I tried to expose her vanity once. She broke a mirror And slit my throat with the biggest shard. As she did so, I heard her say "Toughen up, because this life is hard."
My tears drove the blood off the glass As I sat flat on my ***, Reflecting upon who I was As the mirror foretold Who I would not become:
A horrible woman Destroying what she was meant to love.
When we are born, All of us are dealt a deck. Some are obvious, Some are mysterious, And other's are unlike any before.
Many years ago, I thought I could read mine. The symbols looked foreign, The pictures were strange, And my mind was too young To understand the grandest of deceptions. So when they told me I was a man, There was no room for persuasion.
Every glance in the mirror Affirmed their lie, But it never quite felt right. My love for women Was undeniable, Yet many saw me *****.
Little did I know That after all the pain And hardship Would come a great love To shatter my soul out Of it's crystal cage.
But once I broke free, My mind and body Were able to embrace the femininity And joyous beauty I'd always chased after.
Love was the key That let me finally read my deck: A Queen of Hearts, A Queen of Clubs, Three Jokers, And a bottle of Jack.
We blow ourselves away Like blades of red grass Gushing out of a lawnmower After it's run over a neighbor's leg.
How dare you see if the prior verse Was misread?
I'll have it be known That unbeknownst To you, whom this concerns, That I'm of undecipherable wit & pithy Only known to the likes of Your mother.
So leave me be, Lest you'd enjoy a visit To the infirmary. I'll be better off without you By my side, Just leave me here alone. Be gone so that I may begone, As I lie down in tears to cry- Beating down my fears, O why won't they die?
Every morning, I made coffee for the people I loved. A massive *** of brown gold Perched atop a fiery hotplate, Waiting to be used.
Hour by hour, Dozens of cups were poured As people began to smile And forget about their worries. Conversing and rejoicing, The mundaneness of life Becoming a subtle blur As they slurped upon The nectar I provided Dutifully.
When all is said and done, With all the happiness That I've put into this world, Tell me why I sit here As empty as that *** of coffee At the end of a long day?