It was on their clothes
In the buzzing noise they made as they gathered together
In the words they spoke
In the ambitions they had.
It was everywhere.
I wondered where my ownership was as I stared down at my clothes
Bands I knew and loved shouting lyrics I dreamed about
Yet we were not the same
Me sitting her writing this
Them screaming and yelling about others affairs.
Where did the beautiful chaos begin and when did it end.
I was far from sure, but the lack of knowing only brought a smile to my face.
As long as I was awake
I would find my answer
I may be branded, but I wasn't owned.