#werqinprogress

And I just want to be free gliding on air from sea to sea singing songs in symphony

Looking good in salwar kameez Let me be as the tree Can I grow Can I go To the corner store with my pierced nose, trimmed beard, in pantyhose

I just want to be seen a queer queen escaping suburban dreams scarred in Papa’s regime

I feel like the cockatiel I spread my wings and even still Mommy’s dead. Mama conceals my cage with quilt and I’m not real to her or the aunties overseas who don’t see me but someone’s son and not a queen.

I just want to be me wearing dresses, grooming tresses the black locks that free me I fight to blur the lines between queen and knight This armor intimidating salwar and talwar Quit the hating Such treasure could never be measured Forever Walking with all this confidence: chest puffed, plume fluffed and my crest rises, surprises the colonizing pigs that have tried me I will sing to the sea off key screaming, screeching throat sore, to my fancy Life is sadder without DarkMatter and Junglepussy Tsarik, Seeker, Gwenny, Karan and Brei to teach me to be me and know me and see me What’s a fag to do when the world’s against you? Smear cum on they face; let ‘em know you meant to Fucking the mental while you stroking the soul That’s what you fucking call self control

I want to own my lunacy maximize my vanity strike fear with tenacity and love at full capacity

cinderella’s pumpkin expires no more no longer a princess, a queen at the core

Best believe my reign eternal, rage infernal Journal, revealing love internal Show ‘em the maternal kiss the dark epidermal I rally with my multi-colored fags fraternal