6 July 2012
It's a building full of princesses and compassionless toads The walls weep with the shrieks of the girls and cry out at the slurs of the boys The foundations rumble with the stamp of fashionable boots and vibrates from the seismic gossiping Maybe I could look past all this of I was like him. A compromise, but maybe not a solution. It's hard to imagine such an epidemic ever being cured. I find it hard enough to get along with his kind to think about trying to decipher this enigma It is an enigma after all. After all I've seen, all I've done and has been done to me. I stand here stunned.
More than stunned. Exposed. Compromised. Made uncomfortable by judges I have never experienced before. And they will judge me. And I must stand the test. I must meet requirements and expectations. Even if every cell in my body hates them.
A Poetic Rant • Opuss № I