Sat back and let it rap.
My flow breaks glass.
Rising to be independently presented
as a metaphor for the risen.
I’ve made a point to present it
with purpose pure and pleasant.
Sent away by mal-intent.
Casted away from Misunderstanding —
I had no chance. My life stirred in resentment.
How could it be?
Seeking more, I flee
from all those who could never interpret me,
see me as a threat,
or once used me so I could never forget
pain from the doubt I once had.
Not for them but for myself.
I thought I was worthless.
So I did things knowing I’d regret.
Vision blurry — so unfocused.
Can’t remember because I went unnoticed.
At least to me. So desperately
wanted to be free.
From this body —
Scrape this cracked skin off of me.
Bleed onto the floor.
No perimeter — free.
Shake this false sense of security.
Break boundaries farther than any eye can see —
Free from identity,
labels and category.
Not defined by others but self proclamation
State and claim