Part 4 of “The Purge” series:
I used to wear my halo
like the devil wears his pride
Well, look here, I broke it now
The truth, I will not hide.
No more never swearing
at assholes, no more smiles.
And when you say, ‘fuck you’
I say, ‘you’re too late to the party’
Did you think this would continue to rhyme?
No, it wouldn’t.
My slightly broken, slightly erratic,
badass-as-hell self, welcomes you!
This body is my turf now-
I will fill it with flowers,
paintings, and chandeliers made of dewdrops
… and healthy food maybe?
I will decorate the walls with awards:
“Congratulations on getting up today!”,
“Congratulations on working out!”
“Congratulations on not killing yourself, or wanting to!”
“Congratulations on making it this far”
I will tell it
that it does not have to bend, or break
every time somebody wants
to feed their ego with its cries.
You can go around me,
if I’m taking up too much space.
Now I won’t lie and act
like I don’t care anymore;
My heart still breaks
when a little kid fixes my car,
when babies are thrown away if their body parts,
do not conform to the rules of normalcy,
when you tell me that I’m
And it stings most of all, to fight back.
It stings to let the light in
It stings to like being loved
It stings to not hate, loving me.
But watch as I do it any way.
For the darkness may be comfortable,
but the light,
oh the light!
When it runs through my veins like electricity,
I could do this forever,
And never get burnt.