Sotonye

What am I
If not a wallowing pit of despair
Who am I
If not a bastion of confusion

They say I’m a woman
But what is womanhood
Outside of manmade constructs and roles
That shut down the questions in my soul

What am I
If I am not a woman
What is my identity
Outside of the norms I abide by

Me and Gender
We exist on opposite sides of the divide
Lost to each other
Destined to never meet

I sit gently on a cloud
Wafting, waiting, hoping
Seeking clarity
Searching, trying to find me

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We are the boogeymen that live under your beds
we lay up against the nails beneath its fragile frame,
The bed bugs drink from us, draining us
We lay thinly, weakly looking up at you

As you writhe and laugh, and scream, cry, and fight atop that bed,
We lay silently, always silently
Waiting
Longing
Hoping
To see the sun.

Killyourpoison

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