If no one knows who I am then am I really that?
If I wanted it strong enough
could I become
a bird in the sky. I was once
a lover, once a slave,
a master, a champion,
a complete mess.
My body is woman
but sometimes I imagine
meat between my legs
and fuck you in my dreams,
lick your breasts
like a schoolboy devoid of love
standing alone in lurking corridors
ashamed of himself.
He ran home everyday and played with a kite;
never flew it,
never thought he could
content with trying,
with watching others be
Eyes and an imagination--can they make me free
from time and body.
How are you
Good.
How are you
I am good
How are you
I am good
How are you
How are you
How are you
I am good. I am good.
I am good good good good
good good good good
I am good. I am good.
I am good good good good
good good good good.
Good good. I am good.
Good.
I am a writer, a poet, a good friend,
A coder, a nihilist, a geek
I am a cyclist, a flutist
I am a writer, a poet a good friend
I am a writer, a poet
They taught me how to become
I am a writer, a poet , a good friend
A coder, a cuber, a geek
Noone taught me how to do nothing
I am a writer a poet, a cyclist, a flutist
A coder , a geek, a writer a poet,
I am a writer, a poet, a good friend
A cyclist, a gamer, an orange
A slipper, kind and fair, a nasty stain
5 foot 3 is the volume of space I occupy
That is me. Me me
Me in the mirror reflected back
Me in the world
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