Adam was a hermaphrodite—look it up.
G-d is a woman—shocking.
G-d is a Jew—whether whatever.
Throughout life I got hit by many people in the hope to witness me deep buried in the ground; “but behold,” life said. And life loved me so hard that with all its warmth before my eyes the world vanished—and so close to home vanished was I—knocked out cold on the ground. I stood up and fine was I embraced by life. I stepped out and fine I was I walked with my life back home.
The girl says; “I know people from…” I’m pleased to hear that, now go back to them and finish what you’ve started.
The girl says; “What did you dream about last night.” I’m pleased to hear that, now I was dating.
The girl says; “You hurt my feelings.” I’m pleased to hear that, now where does it hurt.
Can’t you hear the pounding in my chest; “You have no business in me.”
Where are you insult, it gets lonely over here.
Of all the insults that I have ever received from the surrounding world desecrating my name. In fact, they’ve only made me come out faster and stronger. Can you imagine at an old age still living a lie; how great this SHAME that would be.
“Yesterday, I’ve bonded with the cat a little more,” I am only quoting myself because I want to make you jealous; so, are you jealous now.
Here’s to this someone who I’d hold dearly in my heart and who would pass away without me; after all I wasn’t cared for enough.
“No nail clipping after midnight,” hushes the neighbour and that’s what I thought.
The less you know about someone’s love relationship the better this said relationship is.
Have you ever noticed how you are constantly nagged to look a certain way; a certain someone that looks like a past.
Stranger; “Don’t you wanna have a child.”
Me; “Look at this heart, it is so big that I would rather let it explode.”
I am a transitioned female born with brown eyes, curly black hair, and olive skin. Here lies my personal definition of perfection; an unconditional love for the self.
Let your own eyes kiss you to sleep; blinking when you wake up.