In moments of brief clarity
I come to see
what life could feel like
if I could just be
free
of all this crap in my head
that tells me
I’m not worthy
of the breath in my lungs
and the natural beauty
of my body
so, thus quiets my voice
since, if anything,
my past experiences
make me think I have no choice
no matter how much I fight
because karma
doesn’t give a shit
who is right
it still throws you off the plane
at a height
and expects you to fly,
hence the saying
‘live and let die’
but I want this life
to be lived to the full
of all that’s uncomfortable
and of the joyful
because I will not settle
for the dull
and the humdrum
of white picket fence,
marriage and children,
I want adventure
and I want what’s real,
not what society
tells me I should feel
like a lamb to the slaughter
because I’m literally nobody’s daughter
and no high priest will cure her
of her passion and desire
it burns like a fire
and she’s tired
of calling her internal flames
an emergency
when it’s only you
that sees it as hell
to want something different
than salivating to a bell
because I’m not a fucking dog
and I don’t respond on command
or care for your plans
of how I fit in your picture
because this is not a fixture
and you’re an eclipse,
you’re blocking my light
and I’m a once in a lifetime
so for the rest of mine
I think I’ll be just fine
without luck
because I create my own storyline
and if it’s yours
I’m done giving a fuck.
