I chose me
through the maze, the arrays
of convincing opinions
through the absolute fuckery of shame
through fields lacking logic
through people who saw me as a wallet
I chose me
through ulterior motives of others
through an abusive mother
through hopeless acts to be better
through stabs at my self esteem
through betrayals that tore my seems
I chose me
I chose truth in hallways of sacrifice
in tombs of illusion
I chose the beating pulse of my knowing body
Over the acceptance of a dead, cruel, society
I chose escape,
I turned down the game
of hierarchy
And I Chose Me
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