I am bisexual.
That is to say my sexual is both sectional
And also unmarked
As I traverse the dark we begin with the stark
Genesis of being even a little bit queer,
In a place where everyone seems really unclear
On how to handle the fact that there are people that exist who are fucking different than you.
I was called a faggot way before I thought I might be one
And was ready to be done
Jumping out of a tree sounds fun.
But no it doesn’t
It wasn’t
So much that I was how I was
It’s that even to this very day I feel the buzz
That what I am is wrong, greedy, confused, and other fascinating adjectives
In opinions quite subjective to truth.
Objectively
I would posit that you should shut the fuck up and focus on things you can actually comprehend,
I will apprehend my ability to not care who you fuck, for you I suggest the likewise.
It is frustrating to be misunderstood
And vindicating at the unlikelihood
Of my presence
A precedent set at the precipice of full awareness
Ride or die
Fall or fly
You will get stepped on when you travel
And unravel the threads of the quilt
But don’t listen to the rabble rabble of the chattle cattle.
Words created without thought hold no place in my realm
I will be alone at the helm of the ss go fuck yourself
Go ahead put yourself on the highest shelf
Down here is where the cool kids chill
Seeking truth and knowledge and getting our fill
Its kind of a deal we made
Choosing to be intelligent and aware
And dealing with the negativity to that line of thinking
That living
In America brings.
I’ve come a lot closer to peace with what I am
But damn sometimes I just wish it was one way or the other
Like so, so many of my earth brothers
From many loving mothers
I haven’t really met many like me
Despite me trying.
I’m such a fucking unicorn that I’m near invisible
Not to be too literal
I have to see that I’m blessed
Part 2 motherfucker I put my Demons to rest.
Koy The Artist 