Born
screaming leg kicking...
You can't tell me you don't want
creamer in your coffee...
The roads are lit with street lamp haze
as traffic lights play coloured games...
I didn't choose this face I wear; I didn't choose...
I didn't choose existence nor my sex nor to be...
Give an inch, take a mile,
deceived by lowly banter...
The crescent dye eclipses barren tables. Starve to...
Won't believe in patterns tempting visions. Copper...
Save thyself,
its the most you can do...
Don't mistake me,
I love the feel of a warm fire crackling...
I sure didn't plan on my life turning out this...
I couldn't love her more
than I loved myself...
Poets see all these people watchers:
enforcers vigilantly censoring deviance...
Speak mirror!speak!
tell me of the old secrets...