Most people can relate to the feeling that they are trying to fit into a world. So I liked the idea that rather than us, the world we are trying to fit into is what’s out of its place.
This poem is about the prostitute archetype present and active in all of us. How it compels us to search for our worth. How we don’t ever want to be not enough. How we want to please others.
yet we shackle ourselves
Can systems rooted on grounds that race rats free their bodies from "isms"
This piece is about the lies we believe about ourselves. Like a spider, the mind weaves a web of illusions to lure us in and shows us a broken mirror to make us believe that we are broken.