(no subject)
I have been hiding waiting hiding,
since I turned thirteen,
since the bodylove dumped itself
into my veins and turned me
into a girl just when I had grown into androgyny.
And I have been hiding and waiting so long,
with such patience that I feel,
secretly, I deserve a nobel prize,
or at the very least, an emmy.
I am not any of these:
Ladies in waiting, pretty maids shuffling in rows.
The butcher,
the baker,
the candlestick maker,
I wouldn't have any of those.
Sometimes all I can do is hide,
until my toenails grow into the ground.
Sap hardens over my old wounds,
but I pretend they still are green
and fresh until I'm downed.
since I turned thirteen,
since the bodylove dumped itself
into my veins and turned me
into a girl just when I had grown into androgyny.
And I have been hiding and waiting so long,
with such patience that I feel,
secretly, I deserve a nobel prize,
or at the very least, an emmy.
I am not any of these:
Ladies in waiting, pretty maids shuffling in rows.
The butcher,
the baker,
the candlestick maker,
I wouldn't have any of those.
Sometimes all I can do is hide,
until my toenails grow into the ground.
Sap hardens over my old wounds,
but I pretend they still are green
and fresh until I'm downed.