A Thing

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Phi Kenzie

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I know you think I'm a thing or another something  or other
Right out of nightmares to scare you or cut you up into pieces
A freaking creepy disease of the mind you treat by combining some drugs or
Finding a childhood trauma tied up inside to release it's
A struggle to love me and just to look at me suffer
Disgust, I'm an ugly confusion choosing to screw up my nutter
Buttered and basted my brain in blue estrogen, I must be sick
Cease and desist all these sins and then see me and my penis
As all the best I can be, no I'm not depressed this is me with
An open chest free of wishes for tits, well rested, not under the covers
Manly and campy, but in like the tree way, my peace is
Away from people and places, lengthening waves my re-treatise
Is this, within my head I'm all better, ready as rubber
Like come and hit me ya bitches let's get this dick in a, huh
But I don't exist in my body so I'm gonna leave and I'll unearth
The world I exit for friends, to be the me that I dream as

Who am I know I'm a person unsure of everything else
I've felt perfect and purposeless-tosterone in myself
Quelled my consciousness, honesty when I'm talking and still
There's some familiar essence in breath I'd guess on a high shelf
I knelt for selfies while naked and made arrangements at twelve
Just to be seen and be heard and converse as me when I'm chill
And fulfilled bo billin', go villian, for real I'm healthy and well
I do yoga poses now, bro, and I'm more so sober when Elle
Like I'm the belle you been ringing, my cell's on vibrate, I'm jealous
I want my waist to be highlighted and my legs to be velvet
I want the begs and the maybies of all the ladies and fellas
And every human who minimizes the ideas of zealots
You're welcome to be my friend in this tensest future so hellish
Our present doom is embellished, our rest and rooms been enveloped
We're in this situation, together whether purellas
Or all American arrogance, errant prayers or angelic

I got so much to be thankful for, I was born to my parents
Who care and course me through life with advice as much as they can
I've felt alone and forgotten, unwanted, thrown to the bottom
Cold in my home and been told I'm a hoax by those I call friends
I hope they grow more accepting but I won't play with pretend
Don't know where rage in them stems, but I gotta raise my own plants
Don't want no rotten low botany, use the tops for a stock in
Which I can stew some unusual music grooving with gravy
I'm tearing through the comparisons to untruthful or barren
I'm super simple, use symbols, you simps'll get you some cravings
I'm true as blue, not as clueless, and got a crew I can cruise with
My crudites is the cutest, you're crude and hangry with bruises
Fruit is juiceless it's fubar, a rube in bars looking toothless
My two bit garden can do this while you been hardened and foolish
A rubix part of me harbors a heart for harm to the cruelest
Who choose abuse over others, but I couldn't do it, not ruthless

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