Weird AF.
I have different left and right. I have a semicolon in my eyes; that wants a few more explanations. And I have a body that has a few more hidden faces. My voice wants to dance but my ears can only hear the songs it plays. My chin doesn’t move, because when I cried it shivered a lot.
My right hand is retaining my left hand as if they want two different things at the same time. Patterns in the bench I sit on, have history and memory of loved ones. Date-rs and lovers have sat on it.
I have two sets of legs masculine and feminine. Masculine guided me to have what I have while Feminine pushed me to walk through the dignity I hold.
My hair is a little mix of every kind of hair in the world; curly, straight, black, brown, and red. Because I have thoughts for the entire world that don’t fit in one shade. I judge them all but never lived them. I exist in them, plainly!
The way sometimes I want both to be looked at and to disappear.
