Oh The Places You'll Go

Seven years old, going on 17 centuries

I overheard things

Observed things

And learned things

Fear factor was like my comedy

I sat way too close to the TV screen

Now I can't unsee the scenes mama tried to hide from me

I'd turn the volume all the way up, make my teddy bears fight and my Barbie dolls fuck

To drown out screams I hear when I press my ear to this wall between us

And while my mama's only a wall away, I'm like worlds away of wading hot lava

Daydreaming in sagas

Coloring the sky pink like

Sucked into oblivion, idolizing my future feminine

Worshipping the woman I have to be

Fully imagining things more real than everything they have to be

More real than anything I'll ever be, like

Welcome to my room of doom

My blasphemy, my second womb

This broom closet is only half of me, but

All of it belongs to you

I've made some room enough for few of your

Monsters, demons, and skeletons, too

I just hope you find your fucking truth

You fucking fool