(warning: boring rhymes of nonsensical rant)

Born 21

When I was 21
Imagination of god and what's sacred
was being cloaked or crucified naked
Imagination of pornography
between procreate or procrastinate trophy
Imagination of the megalomaniac
being egomaniac or soothed by prozac

When I was 21
afraid of my inner appearance
and longed for disappearance
bought and sold my own heaven
no idea what will be on my 27
my vibe scattered to a million
being heterophobia to sophophilia

When I was 21
I was a legitimate subgenre
space that small but enough to pray
forced for a character murder
to suffer and be a mother
divorced with naivety
while I yearned for longevity

When I was 21
I wanted to be 21x4
When no power allocates for my rage
Energy personified only for old page
I wanted to be 21x4
When men don't talk to my breast
And hormones cannot protest
I wanted to be 21x4
Children stay away from my smell
Leave the war hang in my teenage cell

As I leave my 21
You can see me packing my bag for good

(20 October 2008)