RMC

For your eyes I’ll surprise
to complicate your debate
of whether me to despise
or try to love or hate.

Abomination fuck up it’s cool,
call me the names I’m used to.
My family has called me fool
to try to express myself to soothe.

I guess I’m left with nothing,
not a damn thing to my name.
I wanted more just something
that wasn’t notorious fame.

I wanted to help and keep safe
all that’s sacred on this globe.
When I was born I had no faith
from my father’s grace no.

Never making my place I
have just been lucky I guess.
I have had a needle in my eye
I’ve pulled out my very best. 

I have seen the simple things
as well as in the bigger scope.
I know the secrets of secret kings,
I even know the end of a rope.

Anomaly in your matrix of
typical made persuasions made,
I want the things made in love
and to cast down all the hate.

Complicate the beat of a drum
the rhythm is off so I scoff
some things with a middle thumb
just to piss people above me off.

I eat to function my simplicity
is to be with the beat in my head.
I know I have weird tendencies
guess what I was almost dead.

Twice over or maybe three
I had angels reach in to intercede.
I don’t know what to do to be me,
I need food in my mouth and sleep.

I know the graces of faces born
from my intersection of affection
is odd and beauty is torn;
graceful ways left in an intersection.