littlefire
You can call me Fio
This one's about my personal history:
It was only Yesterday that the village collapsed.
The oxygen in my blood has become an act of rebellion
Invisible
Devalued
Unless I inhale monoxide the hegemony scoffs
They don’t know how my mind has reorganized
Neural pathways undone and re-bridged by latent trauma
Like a swarm my cells adapt and restructure and assimilate
Screaming past each other in silent chaos.
I am not permitted to posses my history.
Canned and processed in capitalist factories
And boycotted by radical enclaves
Exploited and forgotten
Seldom do they recognize my soul.
But my humanity is resistance.
My identity is power.
My breathing is hope.
My orgasm is liberation.
My name is wisdom.
And no one sees.
Because I’ve come just far enough for those you hate to look like me.
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And this one's about unrequited love:
How can I cope with the shame of this perfection?
My unstoppable force meets your immovable object
The sacred pulsar pings off my dead ventricle walls
Consuming fire, cauterize my heart before I die a thousand deaths by smoke inhalation.
The good Lord left off your allergy labels
WARNING: CONTAINS THE UNIVERSE
And your stars aligned with mine though you know not who you are
You are Castor and I am Pollux
You are justice and I am praise
And what looked like the Fates’ collision course
Was an ill-fated skew line
Eros striking us with different arrows
Cast down but not forsaken
Verboten but not forgotten
Symbiotic but not uniform
You will never know how I die daily at your altar
Though I paint the night sky with my blood.
Now we see through a glass darkly
And though never face to face
Your smile is worth the sacrifice.
It was only Yesterday that the village collapsed.
The oxygen in my blood has become an act of rebellion
Invisible
Devalued
Unless I inhale monoxide the hegemony scoffs
They don’t know how my mind has reorganized
Neural pathways undone and re-bridged by latent trauma
Like a swarm my cells adapt and restructure and assimilate
Screaming past each other in silent chaos.
I am not permitted to posses my history.
Canned and processed in capitalist factories
And boycotted by radical enclaves
Exploited and forgotten
Seldom do they recognize my soul.
But my humanity is resistance.
My identity is power.
My breathing is hope.
My orgasm is liberation.
My name is wisdom.
And no one sees.
Because I’ve come just far enough for those you hate to look like me.
-----
And this one's about unrequited love:
How can I cope with the shame of this perfection?
My unstoppable force meets your immovable object
The sacred pulsar pings off my dead ventricle walls
Consuming fire, cauterize my heart before I die a thousand deaths by smoke inhalation.
The good Lord left off your allergy labels
WARNING: CONTAINS THE UNIVERSE
And your stars aligned with mine though you know not who you are
You are Castor and I am Pollux
You are justice and I am praise
And what looked like the Fates’ collision course
Was an ill-fated skew line
Eros striking us with different arrows
Cast down but not forsaken
Verboten but not forgotten
Symbiotic but not uniform
You will never know how I die daily at your altar
Though I paint the night sky with my blood.
Now we see through a glass darkly
And though never face to face
Your smile is worth the sacrifice.
