I imagined
a trampoline in my dreams
I jumped asked how high
and returned within record times.
Encased in a safety net, I saw
the limits around me
with great regret that I could jump.. but never fall.
In my wake I thought about it all.
Each heart racing breath pacing moment to live, maybe die for.
But it's me you'll learn to kill for. Denied that each time I sacrificed
a slice of myself in a rhyme
I felt enraged by my crimes.
I was the mockingbird and caged bird that broke free.
I was the very beginnings of everything that's wrong with me.
But I've fell in love with each imperfect quality.
I've cherished and kept hidden, cared but said fuck it in my duality. Finally, seeing what resides in me: something presently beautiful-equal in it's atrocity.
