In the darkness I once would cry:
"How I wish that I would just die!"
Alas, despite my heavy breath
A voice called: "There's more to life left"
In my youth I lived with despair
Afraid that none actually cared
Abused as a child by a cruel man
And even faced an attempt by my uncle's hand
The family I lived with at birth,
More than less, failed to see love's worth
And so I drifted off by and by
Struggling to fight the urge to die
"Why am I even here?"
My frustrations would jeer
The scissors sliced into my arm
A failed ritual to release myself from harm
Yet, what more could I say?
There was little that could brighten my day
Such was the harsh truth
For a devastated, beaten youth
Nightmares plagued me every night
Scenes depicted from my childhood's plight
"I just wanted the badman to fade!"
So, why was it that he stayed?
Depression grew and grew like a fungus
My heart and joy was the corpse, I confess
In tears, I decided to reach out for a final call
I phoned the only friend I had and explained it all
My tears made it harder to speak,
With every word my throat became weak
However, there was something unexpectedly said
My friend would hate me if I were willingly dead
A spark of realization made my heart see
There was someone who truly cares about me
From that day forward I did vow:
"I will remain alive somehow"
Even then, times were difficult at best
And I felt a burning sorrow within my chest
But I had to come to realize that I was more
Than the little girl from traumatic scenes of before
As though I have taken a new chance
To free myself from melancholy's dance
"My old self can no longer stay,
I must take a new form from her decay"
There are instances that I wished I could forget
Yet, every pain had a new lesson met
The person I am couldn't live without the old
And so I'm ready to confess it bold
I have died and begun a life anew,
Without my friend I would not be here telling you
I have died and taken a new identity in the same
In short, I finally forged my own name
Khala Azris Grace,
Is the 'who' of this face
As for 'what' I am, well-
I'm a gender fluid, panromantic, caedsexual-
Though most importantly I must declare,
I'm an artist who now has care-
To weave words into tales is my dream
So that others don't fall apart at their heartstrings
Remember, live the life that is given to you
You will find that there's much that you can do
Neither entity nor human can steal your identity
So keep close to the 'who' you are honestly
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