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Originally Posted by ManMadeofAshes
(Responded to areeyesee, Chyll Tyrant, and TooShort21)
I never tried to act together
My thought patterns scattered like the weather
I never claimed to have focus
I have never told anyone that I know where Im going
I move my legs
follow my heart
and what I do know is
I always end in the same place I start
The consequence of having a home
sweet home, with a sour stigma attached
what I lack is understanding
drowning in personal perspective
because I was raised to think like this
the consequence is
hating my roommates
I have forgotten what it means to live
but nobody else is ever thinking like this
I am labeled strange cause I don’t agree with the popular opinion
the almighty status quo laughs in my face
because I am still going my own way
and I still don’t know if its going to lead somewhere
I tear into my male mentality
I never really wanted to be called a man
but here I am
penis and all
but I can change baby
tomorrow I will call my doctor
I will buy some tits and a new ass and some hips
to make room for my brand new inverted penis
well I never claimed to be normal
I never could distinguish between a boy and a girl
when all I am looking for is inside their heads
what is the difference?
Vagina Vs. Penis?
Sperm Vs. Egg
is this competition, or are the two the same?
Are we just some puzzle pieces that have fallen out of place?
....I have never claimed to know
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and what I do know is
I always end in the same place I start
The consequence of having a home
that line was doooope....
GOD BLESS
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat,
a sense of wrong,
a homesickness,
a lovesickness.