Solidarity

Skin of bronze

hair of cashmere

I do what I want to

I say what I want to say

Born with heavy horns

My hard head was inevitable

 

In the very place that passion meets pain

The brush strokes composed each letter

I was made different

Rhythm in my bones

I feel it in my veins

 

I am of the worst kind of love

The kind that never fades

Like a tune from the 90s

Better with time

 

I forgive but won’t forget

A pressure performer

I’ve always been who I will be

People know my name but they don’t know me

This poem is about: 
Me

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