Fleshing the Boundaries
Who are you in the flesh?
Were you always masculine or feminine
Or were you just too extreme for the box?
You always dressed yourself as Queen, exulting energy that was as tender as a buttoned-up jacket
The boundaries forced myself to protect from evil
Evil so demented that it tormented the spirit for hours to come
I never understood the pain you felt, nor the aches your body was displaying
You closed yourself off in the box that was the pandora springs
Wondering if your love will ever be satisfied to the fullest
But you broke through the dark to reveal the light of humanity
parse through the words and ignorance my beauty
Love your graceful gesture always
For the young kids are waiting for nurturance of the heart
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