You not wanting me
might have bruised my ego...

All those months
we loved...

At any given time,
this thing I feel is...

I can be
a source of inspiration...

Still, they are days when losing her
feels like everything but a favor God did to me...

I’ve grown weary of my own sad,
there are days where not even...

ironically, its the days that the city looks at me...
like I owe it money that I like myself the most...

It all starts when they say “It’s a girl”
They give you pink, give you glitter...

It took me years to make peace
with always being the elephant...

I had to fight,
all my life...

It is sad when you think about it.
It is sad when you analyze it...

This is your land.
I'm not staying here for you...