trapped.
my barcode is slowly coming off from the sweat :(
"my heart thumps not from being nervous, sometimes i'm thinking God made me special here on purpose. so all the while, 'till i'm gone, make my words important so if i slip away, if i die today the last thing you remember won't be about some apple bottom jeans with the boots with the fur.
baby how i dream of being free since my birth, cursed but the demons i confronted won't disperse. have you ever heard of some shit so real? beyond from the soul from the heart you can feel?"
running away from a claustrophobic box that encircles my faith, grasping onto the dehydrated air, i grip my shrivled-up self. the sunlight rays clasp the clouds and ship them away to slowly disappear. my corneas fill with a golden light as i walk around with a blurred vision, scrapes on my knees and a clear barcode on my wrist, with a despising label above my head that rhetorically reads "not free."
