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Dried Aquarium
Mumbled depression
Surrounded by the smile of
Of a disowning-self.
Homosexual sex
Tainted with heterosexual stereotypes.
Sinful Angels
Christened by my regretful hands
Read the bible
They would burn
If it was not so convenient to them.
Looking through helpful glasses
So that my perception could be a little closer to theirs.
Struggling for that grade
So that Miss Mirra will forget
'that bitch.'
Cursing others into the pit of my life
Advancing those who dont deserve it
Outside of my reality.
Walking this death
And suicide could save me from it.
Be strong
And remember the obligations we have
Those that tradition gave us;
When destiny never existed
As if anything that could comfort me ever did.
