im so tired

im so tired

im so tired of visualising
exhausted of compromising
my skin peels in the shade
my birth is a scar upon a plague

all attempts to love have contributed to killing me
maybe my abortion will help me see
but instead il cut my eyes and let them abuse me

insane mothers seem so sincere
happy to be nothing free
childhood seems so distant
clouded by public violence

all attempts to love have contributed to killing me
maybe my abortion will help me see
but instead il cut my eyes and let them abuse me

blindness seems comforting
il practice braille suffering
slavery's claim to set us free
a dream of self abuse a stigmata tree
spills its ink to feed me
suffocation breaths more clearly
im so sick of being me
at least the part you'll only see
a pale touch of linguistity to make us be a perspex of leprosy


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