I was merely a speck of vitality

When I observed you all helpless inside a chanted yet broken record

Of conventionality rather than equality

Your ignorance, something I will never be able to afford




Perhaps I attempted to create my own forked tongue,

Succumbing to the toxicity of your belief that love cannot be reciprocated between
a certain two, who,

Despite your concern about the somatic,

Still fight to choose what makes them ecstatic




In fact you are in no place to voice such a strident stance,

When you do not have the slightest familiarity in the feeling of home being brought straight into your hands,

The feeling no type of discouragement could ever destroy:

Home as if it were after years and years away among the people of Troy




In some nights I could feel the loud beating of my heart so erratic,

And in some I found time seemed to stretch on longer than I would favour

But all I had to do was look into her eyes which were beyond cinematic

To be reminded of why these were the moments I would later most savour




I found it within my nature to stick the
debris that was a product of your odium

Into the the depths of my being, even beside my need for sodium

As a result I have outgrown multiple layers of skin,

After which my metamorphosis will begin




And at once without any resistance, I took flight towards the sky,

Because they often said the sky is the limit, I wondered why

And as I escaped into the realm of the pleasant unknown,

I had made the decision that this was the only measure of contentment I was to condone




Finally

Finally

Finally

I am free and most importantly, I am me