Goodbye Army of criticism
making me feel worthless:
for being myself.
Goodbye all my dictators
for forcing me to tread cautiously
on the truth.
Goodbye thoughts that I have
to COMPRIMISE to live.
Goodbye family.
I live with you for now,
BUT I AM NOT YOU.
From now on,
when your truth
collides with mine
EVERY TIME
I’m done explaining,
when you’re just listening
to discredit
and reinforce narratives
that bring us all lower.
I’m mandating love from
somewhere
and might as well start
within myself.
I’ll live as a collection
of cells, energy, wandering,
as long as it takes
to live, love, and be my truth.
No MORE volunteering
to dumb it down.
Goodbye all who cannot watch
leaves fall. As mine do,
Goodbye, and signal my home.
Because this, officially,
is NO longer it.
I am a tenant.
I’ve said my penance
I’ve long since wanted
better than this
and even when I try
it’s not good enough so:
there’s no other answer
but to spend more time
with those who recognize
the worth of mine.
Genetics has finally
crossed that line.
At this point a test would barely
credit you for most of my DNA.
Continue believing
in weakness of the flesh.
Believe I’M the weakest.
The “reality shows”
are over.
I have no idea
the shape
of a Kardashian ****
but I’m SINCERELY
disgusted that,
with all the “new age”
words “spell correct”
has dismembered:
it CORRECTLY
re-spelled their last name
from my approximation.
Yet ANOTHER reason
we are not the same.
Not the same,
is not bad,
except when we walk over
everything that the other
holds strong,
and that’s why I’m done.
Goodbye.