the rush of adrenaline across his face
I saw it, the rod in his fist, the blood on her face
the forceful gaping
the forceful shutting

the fingernails being pulled,
the irredeemable torture I grew up with

those I know seem to fear growing old but I see it as the unbelievable ray of light I was promised

those I know seem to be chasing success of the greatest, riches of the most
but I'm building for the safety of my hearth

for the power of my step,
because it's mine, my face
my legs, my mouth, my voice

The other day I asked for coffee and they gave it to me
Can you believe it!
To ME!

I am me, I don't need to explain a thing to the devil
I can walk, and it will be me walking

I can go home, and it will be me waiting

I can draw plans, and it will be me watching

all my successes and all of my failures,
the ones and the sames,

for me,
for me!

can you believe it!
I say, can you believe it!


the great big shift I'll affect in the world will be my odyssey to home

you see, I grew up with torture the second I was born
nails pulled, teeth torn, skull bashed

across the plaster wall, the marble counter

our

The great miracle of this world is that I'm slowly realizing I do not have to be in fear for life itself

that I do not have to get straight A's lest I disappoint and bleed
lest I bleed, bleed

So fuck capitalistic expectations,
that epitome of efficiency,
the chase to perfection.

for I don't have time nor empty strength for such things
I have enough I need to get rid of,
than to focus on more shackles, to tame

I'm walking home
I'm going home





I have something better,
the walk to heaven

in this world,
for me