This is my razor blade life.
It’s sharp and it cuts like
a knife stabbed in my heart.
Shadows in dark corners,
sewn together like pieces
’till no light and no sun
are seen anymore.
And all I’ve ever wanted
is to be visibly seen
by all those around me.
Holding and binding like
chains ’round a box.
Crammed in a crate
like a million sardines.
And all we want
is to be visibly seen.
The words are haunting.
Screams. My ears pierced
by every lie and false
execution of love from
the crowds of black hearts
gathered all around.
Confining in handcuffs.
Smothering with sheets.
And they keep me
from being visibly seen.
They close their eyes tight.
Holding and binding
like chains ’round a box.
Crammed in a crate
like a million sardines.
They make sure we are
not visibly seen.
These are the guards
in my razor blade life.
The ones who won’t
let me grow and be free.
Drowning me in safety
and intentions so cruel.
Being held captive in
basements so cold.
I am demanding
to be visibly seen!
I’ll command your attention,
exclaiming so loud that
you can’t stand not to look!
You’ll be drawn so close,
uncomfortable like sardines.
Now we demand
to be visibly seen!
