IDENTITY

I listened to others telling me who I should be based on their society. I was taught who to love and who to hate don't have premarital sex. Then they wondered why I had blisters on my hands and my socks were never clean. Now that I am older, I say f*ck that American dream because now that I am flying, it doesn't seem like peaches and cream.

They sat me in front of the t.v, so I started searching for my identity. Then I reached teens, and I picked up a damn book and started digging through the pages for all the knowledge from me they took.

They didn't get it. I saw through the windows of their lies when my truth was always inside the amber of my burning eyes. I took off their mask from my face, their gag from my mouth, and against them, I started to speak wow what a fucking surprise.

My sickness is my cure, and my true identity is like a virgin making angels inside of the snow, so naturally pure