When the sun lowers in the west below my sad eyes,
I feel my heart ache and my soul vibrate a shade of blue.
While the moonlight contrasts the darkness of your deep warm eyes,
my mind fills with such beautiful images of you.
In your eyes, I am loved;
in your gaze, I am loved;
in your tears, I am loved.
As certain as the river flowing into the sea.
In your mouth, I am loved;
in your smile, I am loved;
in your kiss, I am loved.
As certain as the wind swirling across the ocean.
I fall to the mercy of flattery;
a slave to warm words.
Lack of self-belief is my foe;
smothered by arms of cruelty.
God, teach me how to.
I struggled; I stressed; I longed to be just like you.
My desire was to be accepted and respected.
My ego yearned to rule the world.
Vanity consumed me with the longing to be the most beautiful.
My prayers were full of pleading for what seemed not me—coveting.
The world just didn’t understand you;
no one sang the song quite the same way.
You tried to carve out your own place;
but it got too hard and you couldn’t stay.
The world always drove you insane;
too many people were too cruel.
You tried to ignore the abuse,
but in the end they crushed your heart.
The world felt dark and cold;
your heart and soul despaired.
You searched the horizon;
you believed no one cared.
Cut yourself free;
one slice is all you need.
Cut yourself free;
let your pain start to bleed.
We agreed to wait until the close of our year,
but I miss you more than what I’ll leave behind.
You paint yourself as selfish and sometimes unkind,
but I use your selfless magic to unwind.
When the demons penetrate my tormented mind,
your warm words make the world feel tender and smooth.
When my brutal past haunts me, and fills me with fear,
your hugs protect me from those who were cruel.
I struggled to breathe or reflect,
in the land that God abandoned.
The streets swarmed with the virus of every type of person.
Dragged me into a swamp of chaos,
travelling to work or to see a friend—so much noise.
My mind overcrowded in this land of limited space.
Born white, born straight, born male;
you better ditch those titles right now.
Check your DNA; find something exotic about yourself;
trust me, you’ll have an easier life if you identify as a rampant cow.
In our politically correct, liberal, feminist society
you can be anything you want to be except yourself, of course.
You can try to resist;
a misogynist, if you please.
You don’t stand a chance; the language is even against you.
This artificial creation we now call our world wants to see you in a dress.
Words and actions, but not to your satisfaction.
Words and actions: they cause you much agitation.
You know you ache to take offence;
please don’t keep us in suspense.
He dared to express what was on his mind;
caused your heart to race.
We know he was offensively unkind;
you had to be certain something was said.
Once your stomach churned,
his free speech could not be allowed to spread.