i dunno if my mom loves me anymore she says
that "i am changing" i am not what she bargained for
and i set fire to abusers like a war, i am a terror,
but i don't know what it is i fight for
and i cure the pores of my skin
i leave no room for anything
i survive because i have died
just to keep my head afloat and my body unprovoked
i set up walls but make sure to include windows
and maybe in a year
i will learn to love the fear
and maybe in a year
i will not feel like a bad queer
that "i am changing" i am not what she bargained for
and i set fire to abusers like a war, i am a terror,
but i don't know what it is i fight for
and i cure the pores of my skin
i leave no room for anything
i survive because i have died
just to keep my head afloat and my body unprovoked
i set up walls but make sure to include windows
and maybe in a year
i will learn to love the fear
and maybe in a year
i will not feel like a bad queer