This is not a poem
This is a revelation of self
This is me finding the staples that tighten my skin so that I can finally look like
a man
I know this
I love to share what makes me feel good
Especially people
I want you to feel good
I know
That I am afraid to take showers
Because the moment the water starts running there is nothing to distract my
thoughts
I can stand in the tub for days and never get wet
I know
That so many pieces of my heart
Are in way too many back pockets
My love is like a dime store flier
Beggin’ you to throw it away
Go ahead take a number
I’ll never really be whole anyway
This is not a poem
This is a revolution
Where I finally protest my body like a seizure
And give up on my heartbeat that’s beggin’ you to put your hand on my bare chest again
I know this
I am not characterized by the cancer that I thought once wanted to **** me
And I am not some cutting board
This skin is too calloused to be back stabbed again
And I will no longer stay up nights waiting for anyone to love me
And I am not
And never was
Made of anything designed by God
I know
that if you want me too
I will love you forever
And I know how to hold a grudge just as long
Like an egg on the end of a spoon in a one-man relay race
This is not a poem
This is me
Finally putting together the patchwork
And replacing the stuffing
Double stitched
so that I will not fall apart again
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 1:30 AM UTC
This is not a poem
This is a revelation of self
This is me finding the staples that tighten my skin so that I can finally look like
a man
I know this
I love to share what makes me feel good
Especially people
I want you to feel good
I know
That I am afraid to take showers
Because the moment the water starts running there is nothing to distract my
thoughts
I can stand in the tub for days and never get wet
I know
That so many pieces of my heart
Are in way too many back pockets
My love is like a dime store flier
Beggin’ you to throw it away
Go ahead take a number
I’ll never really be whole anyway
This is not a poem
This is a revolution
Where I finally protest my body like a seizure
And give up on my heartbeat that’s beggin’ you to put your hand on my bare chest again
I know this
I am not characterized by the cancer that I thought once wanted to **** me
And I am not some cutting board
This skin is too calloused to be back stabbed again
And I will no longer stay up nights waiting for anyone to love me
And I am not
And never was
Made of anything designed by God
I know
that if you want me too
I will love you forever
And I know how to hold a grudge just as long
Like an egg on the end of a spoon in a one-man relay race
This is not a poem
This is me
Finally putting together the patchwork
And replacing the stuffing
Double stitched
so that I will not fall apart again
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