Transcendent
i am caged
caged with a body that does not know that beyond exists
bound by a p*ssy and a breast
guarded by the crescent
and as my mind runs free
looking for a place to rest
all it takes is a jerk and I am reminded of my body
the unwanted guest
woe how i wish i was what my mind escapes to
a rough boxy silhouette
instead
undressed
the creases twirl
the edges curl
the rest is foretold as an eternity of misery
for i still own a p*ssy and a breast
This poem is about:
Me