#unburden
There is a fundamental hardness
In this body, strapped between my legs.
Feminine energies from within warp
The fragile bounds of reality around me.
But what right do I have with *****
To summon the mother, call myself woman?
Every right.
My peoples told a tale closer to people
Still with connection to the heavens,
Roles for everyone. Gods did not deny
Their existence over time like some do.
But I deny the gods and dogmas and
I'm disenfranchised from my tribe
As a ghost in the machine in the very
Heart of western Christianity's
Destiny.
I get hard. It's not a problem. I cup my
******* in silent reminder with the
Dimmest hope of finding love and family.
Just as my elders, I live and speak at fires
Now write it, too, through ill, darkness in day.
All of the time I put into trying not to die,
It fashions me.
It fashions me.
I write the same words over and over telling
Stories of sadness and anger to outcast strangers.
I traded the ease of violence for pixel and ink,
So please take the words,
Unburden me.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
But really,
what does it mean
When you cry alone
What does it mean for me, a man
To cry with you?
Spilled white wine rolling down
My thick masculine cheeks? No, is
More like a thunderous piercing(pain) hidden
Within layers of facade down my heart
I wish I could fill the hole you dig a times
But only if you could talk me and be a bit
Open like a shallow hole present on a wall.
Maybe then I can decipher your signs
You don't have to solve all your problems
On your own!
When it hurt,
It's
okay to cry
It's okay to be mad
Sometimes you just got to smile
And I just wanna be the one that put that
crescent Smile
It's okay to at least
whisper, let me solve
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC