and there it is, my descent into madness.
But what you call madness is my clarity.
My self-realization would be stigmatized by your ignorant labels.
Amazing how what we, well, what you don't understand is suddenly the enemy
Which was my epiphany,
I feel like an enemy, a demon, a virus, because I am
because you don't understand me that's how you see me
what I am, is an artist
a minority among the untaught evils that rule our society
So instead of me speaking like a rebel without a cause
I'll talk to you like an artist.
I'm Raffiki in a space-suit, I'm ice king in a nebula.
I'm so spaced out that my toes dance on the belt that bind big planets
long story short I'm a wizard, I'm not of this world and never have been
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 5:07 AM UTC
and there it is, my descent into madness.
But what you call madness is my clarity.
My self-realization would be stigmatized by your ignorant labels.
Amazing how what we, well, what you don't understand is suddenly the enemy
Which was my epiphany,
I feel like an enemy, a demon, a virus, because I am
because you don't understand me that's how you see me
what I am, is an artist
a minority among the untaught evils that rule our society
So instead of me speaking like a rebel without a cause
I'll talk to you like an artist.
I'm Raffiki in a space-suit, I'm ice king in a nebula.
I'm so spaced out that my toes dance on the belt that bind big planets
long story short I'm a wizard, I'm not of this world and never have been
My tenth (and probably the shortest) poem in this collection. I wrote this after a talk with a (not so) old woman about why I feel so deeply. And feel so different.
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