Design Flaws
Whatever it was supposed to be—
it wasn’t supposed to be me.
Not this champion, unsubtle and completely free
of outside interference. At liberty
to disclose everything.
To let go of all secrets, and say what they all mean
and release all men from their desires. To finally begin to sow what they reap.
This is no dream. Awake from your sleep.
I am no gay Portuguese-Eurasian Space Jesus. I am instead repletee
with a human man-woman’s very radiant creole heart. The love of the sea
and the fruit of the Tree of Life. A seed
that lies within you too, reader, whomsoever you may be;
the pain and the shame of 77,033 years does not have to be yours. Truly
the conquest of who we are as a species
began long before any of us were even alive, to write, or read
of those stories that were washed away by the exallos, in their shameful hunger and greed
for what we all desire, really.
Someone to tell us that we are not broken. Not enslaved to destinies
that we have no control over. It is who you want to be
that matters — this was what guided so many
to destroy themselves, and murder empathy
in their bed, naked and undressed. And yet —
and yet, ki logu susudeh, logu susudeh. What will be
remains up to you and me.
How do I let it, well, let? How do I break free?
Start by acknowledging that what happened to you
was beyond fucked up.
What happened to you, little lion child
was that they pretended to elevate you
and simultaneously broke you
by taking away your humanity.