shout outs to the shift workers and shapeshifters
the backbones of society
the doors of the cage were opened long ago
i had just never learned to fly
the never ending cacophony of dead loves
deafened me to you calling from behind those doors
awash in the pride of poverty
and the ever present need for
self-destruction
it all seems so clear to me now
here on the eve of my collapse
that as always
i will rise up stronger than before
the warrior poet
princess of the page
whore to the written word
rejoice! for now among ye walks
a myth amongst mere mortals
drink up if we be friends and
can you get this one because i’m a little short
freedom keeps changing its definition on me
but i’m pretty sure we are headed in the right direction
