Transcendent

i am caged 

caged with a body that does not know that beyond exists

bound by a p*ssy and a breast 

guarded by the crescent

and as my mind runs free

looking for a place to rest

all it takes is a jerk and I am reminded of my body

the unwanted guest

woe how i wish i was what my mind escapes to

a rough boxy silhouette

instead

undressed

the creases twirl

the edges curl

the rest is foretold as an eternity of misery

for i still own a p*ssy and a breast 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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