What turns boy into MAN?
Is it the pubescent process or is it the assimilation of the requirements of society?
I see the world as a realm governed by the laws of supply and demand.
You can see it in my cement stained and veiny burrowed hands.
and in how I stand.
The load I bear slunts my spine as I become hunchbacked.
This was not in the plan.
My stunted growth.
I oath,
The blades of my shoulders bulken as my wings of flight recede.
Whether I am a soldier or the leader of men,
people won't look at this the same as my present mode of expression sees me holster my guilt hinged sword and harness the power of the pen.
As I wonder what turned me from boy to MAN.
Epiphany struck me into a daze as flashbacks flashed before my eyes in warm toned sepia.
To days where I spread my wings wide.
Monarch butterfly of my Kingdom.
With so much freedom, I should have tried
to reverse my descension from my thrown to my larval state.
Instead choosing the cowardly, shy option to hide.
Thus stamping out within the edges of my being, the beauty of my spots and the life of my colour.
For a fate I could only translate as me accepting my part to play.
I say,
my last fleeting thought though.
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My metamorphosis might have been impeded.
But I hope in planting my seeds,
I will germinate a future for my heirs in which they will enjoy the air and feed,
on all the world's succulent weeds
without the burden of the world's needs.
Visual Artwork by Nomii
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