Until
Uncertainty placates the tears
Seeking to escape
From my partitioned freedom
Sharpened ivories cannot supplant the distorted visions
Against my flat tomorrows
Everybody keeps staring, yet no one notices me.
Everybody keeps speaking, yet their sentences remain incomplete.
Everybody seeks to shine, while stealing each other’s light.
My laughter is powered, yet my worth is powerless.
Orders continue to be shouted without context.
And I don’t know which way to turn,
And I don’t know which day to burn,
From the moment my sonlight’s mum wished me dead
Without saying a word, only embracing vibes
Caressing my skin with apologies of red-handed guilt
Webbed from the sin of becoming born-again with the God
Who doesn’t seek down payments for blessings
Who doesn’t demand I treat pronouns like a tainted predicate
Who doesn’t demand I shut down because I’m a dejected speck of Masculinity
Who doesn’t demand I kneel before Him, but
To stand by Their side
How can I be authentic when everyone else is a fraud?
Helplessness ceases to exist in this temporary domain of stanzas,
Where I reign
Valid, seeking to belong…
…until tomorrow.
©Tacito
Copyright © Poet Tacito | Year Posted 2025
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