When Only Paper Can Save

Part I: Perfect in Genetics Eyes

The list of names I call myself is endless like Deoxyribonucleic Acid...

Naked.

Stupid!

Twisted?

Rigid...

Gorgeous?

Venomous.

Ambitious...

Mysterious!

Bitch...

Water Witch?

Glitch!

Itch.

Smart!

Sweetheart...

Mascot.

Soft Spot?

Slave...

Don't have.

Outsave!

Grave?

Powerful!

Peaceful...

Respectful.

Jewel?

Pendeja, Sanguijuela, Velas, and Deshonesta...

People hurted me, but my own self-envy produced sugar.

It hardened into glucose crystals with the passing of epochs, I ate it for dinner.

Phosphate backbone is whipped, my blood is so strong that it's Liquor.

My entirety isn't supported by a mother, we know they're gone in a whisper.

I'm a disgrace to the system, so flavorful that pepper seems vulgar.

Name call me all you want, Clutter!

Do you want me to tell you, Soldier?

Do you want me to make your ears drip silver?

Yes, even with the harsh weather?

Well, our letters are programmed the same way and we come from the same litter.

Adenine...

I feel like cutting my tongue, even though my consciousness is always in disposition.

Crying, fasting, and fat shaming are the things that lit the gasoline. 

Kind!

Mind.

Inclined...

Humankind?

Fat...

Brat?

Muscat!

Bureaucrat.

Thymine...

When I write my list of importance there's nothing to red underline.

Don't want wine nor sunshine, I just want an anchor that won't hit the bottom line.

Cytosine...

Plot holes keep filling up with unwanted sex scenes, I adore the storyline.

Please, bash my head in with kindness and paint with my blood like red wine.

Honest?

Finest...

Artist.

Warmest!

Hypocrite...

Bullet!

Meat?

Illicit. 

Guanine...

Melt the wax that sticks to my skin and make it into a candle that smells like Pine.

Can't grasp it, but I try; how can you and I cut our lifelines if we fell from the same vine?