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And I will try I will try to remember her Remember my old life – how comfortable I once was

I am trapped by my own sin I try all I can to stop, but I fail

I cannot begin to count how many lightbulb moments I’ve had How many times I’ve concluded they’re bad, and how often they’ve turned out to be just fads. My handwork starts as a miracle but quickly turns into a battle I need a spark of gold dust for revival, so I can follow-through and truly beat my rivals.

I haven’t seen my family in five years Everything I drink tastes like my own tears

I have five settings In the morning, When I rise and my face falls to glorify my maker In the afternoon, When I lose all orientation, and question the purpose of my existence In the evening, When I covet my blissful neighbours as they laugh and share Pimm’s below me In the dead of night, When I remind myself that I am invincible and the world is my oyster And at the break of dawn, When I smell the air right before it pollutes and am convinced that I couldn’t care less about being alone

I heard comparison is the killer of joy Oh boy, has it butchered my joy

In society, one considered to be introverted can’t be social Even though they’re not mutually exclusive, I’m forced to choose one or the other.

In unexpected recessions, my father would send me out to find a job, lock me out our gates until I got one, and because I had to, I'd find a way - or multiple.

I see now that life is war but I am so tired -

On a sunny but slow day I tell everyone “look! See how fit I am!” even though the October Diet is not by choice.

Society is obsessed with the idea of equality No barons or lords, no serfs and peasants. No bosses, no billionaires - it’s a fool’s wish. Not because it doesn’t sound great, no, But because it’s a fallacy.

The different shade of my passport suggests my human capital is not worthy The ignorance is amazing; my rage rising They consider immigration an abomination As they sit on their thrones, carved with imperialist gold.

The sins of my youth hunt me down with ferocity, they are new every morning My soul is troubled, and I am graced with disgrace This is a losing war, and my determination seems not enough to deliver me I have prayed and I have interceded, I have stayed up all night hoping to reconfigure my brain I pray and I plead and I pray to the heavens, lest the fingers that fed me forget me My shameful lust has stripped me of all dignity, as I bow down and am made slave to sin Bound by my own iniquity, the wrath of God draws nearer I can only plead for mercy for so long, before I am considered a lost cause A solution for my madness is not evident, and my deliverance is nowhere in sight This is sinking sand upon which I tread, and the clock is ticking

To love thyself is the only option, I catch my reflection in the mirror; I caution myself But seeing your picture-perfect lives is a pollution - - your bliss disrupts my peace, bugging me to consider that my own existence isn’t burdened with glee. Just like a movie, I crave my life to be … … but only because I flick the screens and yours seems to be.

Warm bodies littered across these streets But none to call my own

Wealth is futile; life is passive One obsessed with wealth equality has their priorities wrong For there are a million more worthy things on which to expend energy on

You see, boys are taught that they can achieve whatever they want With poise, style and hard work, whatever they want Yes, that includes women’s bodies - and lives - and souls So when a woman says no and a man says “how dare you?” You can tell - You can tell that he isn’t accustomed to rejection