While We're Alive

Regicide

Some days I barely feel like existing.
I feel like I forgot how to breathe,
Because breathing doesnt feel real.

Those days I hope its warm because I love the warm feeling of the sun
On my skin.

I don't know if memory loss is one of my problems,
But some days I forget who I am.

I forget that my name means "gentle, kind, handsome."
I forget that in Spanish it means beautiful from birth.
I forget my weak spirit was given constant reminder of how I should view myself.

Whenever someone calls my name,
They touch the power of my identity.

I forget that the crown that is my name
Belongs on my head and not in my hands.
It is not meant to be held tightly like its going to fly away.

My name is my birthright. My entire heritage and bloodline. My name is my crown and my blue blood runs on my forehead.

I am nothing more than myself, but I am nothing less than a statue of marble that I can view as remembrance of my own self worth.

Take yourself and call on your own name.
It is your crown.
My kings and queens, and fellow royals,
Regicide is no laughing matter