by DieBeingSillyPalmdale, Ca, California, USA
Nov 2014 311 Views 0 comments
the Embodiment of Art
I was born as a boy, but i will not die a man.
So ending in failure, has never been my plan.
Yet each day that passes, i feel like i should give in.
they label me a monster, born only from mom's hatred & sin.
If i must forsake my body, my heart & my mind.
As i continue to search for the REAL me, that i'll find.
I age backwards, from the very end... to my start...
i'm not human like the rest of you...
... i am the Embodiment of True Art.
So ending in failure, has never been my plan.
Yet each day that passes, i feel like i should give in.
they label me a monster, born only from mom's hatred & sin.
If i must forsake my body, my heart & my mind.
As i continue to search for the REAL me, that i'll find.
I age backwards, from the very end... to my start...
i'm not human like the rest of you...
... i am the Embodiment of True Art.
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Posted: Nov 2014
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