Music

We don´t listen to the same blues, you and I. You don´t hear the bass or the drum or the sounds That tell you a bit about me. Instead you cross the street, Wearely and willingly, speeding up. I drink my beer in the same bar I drink it in on Saturday. But you are there and looks flutter in despair across the counter. Don´t be afraid, I won´t get any closer. I know I have a big mouth in a tiny package and I don´t know when to shut it, when I am on, what they dare call a tantrum. I shut it today. Do you think I come here to break your heart? That my bisexual powers will grind you? That my feminism and my activism spread like wildfire to Your soft dangerous soul that needs protecting? Are you thinking so low of me or yourself? We don´t listen to the same metal at all, you and I. To you I am a dangerous predator. Only perhaps pathetic because of my wheelchair. If not the lure for our innocent souls. Yes that is right. The wheels on the floor are our lifeline to hell. And when I´m licking and you´re moaning, I´m sucking you right in. Those fingers in your **** are there to carry you off. Ooops no but really I meant get you off. It does not matter the relationship I am in, the way I look, behave, or see. See the world in all his uniqueness. I chose the labels that I feel fit me. The ones that tells me a bit about who I am. My normal, in a world where everybody think they are normal but no one really is, they are just part of a larger engine and I… I reject every opinion of me that does not suit me. In the end we all want the same. We want the same to be that everyone is allowed to be their own unique different size. We all just want to be normally allowed to be different like eveyrone else. That is still too much to ask? So they say nay, always nay. When with a girl, they call me gay. I´m bi. When with the boy, I am suddenly hetero. No still bi. I´m not someone who can´t chose, needs a good dick, is untrustworthy and can never be monogamous. I have explained enough. All I did was sitting here listening to the music, While the God you trust, had you made some stuff up To demean me. Am I really the problem? The reason why we need a pride parade to be proud that we got through another year of judgmental things we deal with. The reason why the transgender women murdered this year is probably already close to a 3 digit number. Is God the problem or am I? Cause girl, I was just listening to some music. Can I just sit here and listen to some music.