I’m merging into my own lane,
Swerving. The doubt has me choking
up …
Foot on the brake pedal,
But I can’t meddle with a state of
high level
Consciousness. Conquering the
consequence
Of thinking outside the box, and
then …
I make amends with foes.
Start unintentional beef with
friends.
The cycle of life is a paradox of
gems.
To the explorer or to the top bidder
they’re sold.
And yo. I’m coming outta the closet:
Lyrically, I’m transgender;
The truth is indifferent to male, female
perceptions.
My body of work is in a constant
state of erection,
Forever chasing knowledge—the mark
of perfection.
No matter how many times I’ve
proposed, she tells me no.
How can a woman still be a lady if
she’s given it up to the status quo?
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