If I die tonight, would anyone care?
I choose to live tonight. Because I care.
And that is enough. That is enough.
That is enough. That is always enough—
these fuckers who feel they can unfriend me
block me, redact me, detract me, gossip me,
try to categorise me into think plates of fuck
that they eat through their asses should know
I am enough to decimate them if I start
howling a song, a fury, a sound, Faulkner’s gonna say
“Wow, I wanna fuck her!” — I am not a loose end to your charming story
I am not a thread to fill up your tattoo needed space — I am more than space
I am spatially allocated but go beyond that. Who the fuck do you think you are?
I am a fucking one as much as you. Privilege and poverty runs bare and wild in both
our veins — if I die tonight you will be die with me. I won’t die tonight. For I am encased
in depression — which makes me bleed. Which makes me bleed. I am numb but I bleed. I cry, I wail
I wail and breakdown then I stand up. I FIGHT FOR EACH FEET TO BE PLACED!
I won’t be dyed with death
death will be dyed by me — I think I heard those lines before. Death, not today.
Know me. I stand in the precipice. Linger in my life. I will linger in yours.
I may die many times before my death
But because I rose up
Death live with me
You bring gloomy clouds
I will bring rainbows
Without each other we are incomplete
So I am going to live
For life is what they wanna deny me
like it was theirs to deny
I DENY THEM
EXISTENCE IN MY LIFE
EXIST ELSEWHERE MOTHERFUCKER FOOLS
I am a prism
I am a resurgence
I am cancer to your avarice
I am antidote to your envy
I am jalapeno that can eat your jealousies
I am me.
Yet like oil I am valuable as fuck
My saliva, froth, rabid to live
washes away the tar
I am immortal for I am human.—
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