What can I say about me
Something you can’t see...
I am queer.
I am not straight...
The Bottom
Empty, lonely...
Bow down now
and you'll be as cattle...
We grow up,
thirteen years in school...
I remember a time when it was ok to question,
To ask why that girl was a different colour...
Don't mistake me,
I love the feel of a warm fire crackling...
Is there no conscience in this world?
No difference between right and wrong...
Marionette, that little doll, seems in so many...
She is not perfect, and when you look realize...
Adaptive species
aligned to crude forms of life...
Blind man, come forth to the sound of light;
played through the strings of Never...
And I, the protector of the covers.
Wished it gone for one hundred mothers...