If options were given within the womb, I would've chosen different.
If society's drama films were rolled into the reels of my baby brain,
I would've chosen normal.
If I knew what strings pulled people's smiles,
I would've chosen a different thread,
prick my fingers into needles of their liking,
modify what for them was not worth seeing.
It is such a pity
It is such a shame
but there are intervals in self-assured times,
where you hate yourself, wish you were fine,
wish you were innocent to these horrendous crimes.
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kinesus: a poetry collection
PoésieWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
