Ask and be free

I prod at these ‘concrete’ tales of people, I stroll alongside their varying walls and my face only squints and nothing more. There’s no awe in these eyes, just a dead stare which is void of any respect. Why should we give in to dictations of what others deem to be normal, why should we conceptualize labels and things to humanity when it doesn’t belong in nature? What is a race, what are my qualifications good for, what is this thing between my legs and why do you care, why is my tone important and why should I follow what anyone has to say? 

Ask, I tell everyone to ask, ask your priests, ask your parents, ask your teachers, brothers, sisters, friends, anyone, for humanity’s sake, ask! Culture and traditions are not concrete, they’re a glue that molds and runs with the changing pages of demographics. Marriage is a tradition, since when? Since the Catholic Church thought it to be profitable in the last thousand years? Or when dudes decided that women were merely chattel, or property? Why is marijuana illegal? Did it start with a Christian crusade as my priest once proclaimed, or was it a crusade against Mexicans and other minorities (then codified in the Congress)? Why are things the way they are? Why are words attached to things the way they are, why does it matter? Ask yourself, what does it mean?

I ask my cousins, who happen to be women and girls, why do you do things, especially in relation to men. Think! You are not inferior, you are conditioned mentally to be, but in reality you are strong, you are an individual as much as flesh and bone as he. Don’t go marching like sheep facing the ground, no one should, ask yourself. When in misery, when you’re lost, ask, and set yourself free. Through reason and self perfection, can you truly set yourself free! 

My diamond baby

I drove you to the depths of Earth, though not the biggest you have a priceless worth.
The mist of my mornings came from your sharp glimmer, you tended to my wounds as I lay ashamed and at the mercy of an evil victor.
Still you took me in to your cutless heart, though I rejected your glory and your magnificent arms.
We share a life of many edges and these bonds are of an unbreakable stone, I love every atom of your size from those glittery smiles to your immeasurably valuable bones.
You are my diamond baby, I always will appreciate your endless care and love.

Character

Life blossoms from cranial molds, I am because I think it.

Over the order of chaotic ballroom dancing I float, separation from reality through assessment that the natural is decay and adaptation became my therapeutic pill.

Voicing truthfully a mind as beautiful as yours, as dangerous as a pen, as reckless as a pistolero on a drunken haze, is a point to the right direction, towards the glimpse of a virtuous state.

Evermore does my character destine itself to whatever I conjure up, for my greatest asset is my ambition, an ambition not for stature but for substance, for I shall commit to doing as I think fit.