Since I cant smell the Roses
I guess I can only show others
to do what I cannot
I can’t have an orgasm
Without the help of my hand
I cant see the point of having babies
and bringing the unsuspecting into
this dark twisted world
Somewhere along the way
I lost myself
I lost a sense of hope
I lost having faith
I went from being a
Nervous kid into
an angry adult
I never lost the ability to have Empathy
because I feel like an empath that
can feel others pain in an instant
sometimes a dull pain of yesterdays
then a jolt of present poisons
that I try to ignore
I guess I was never meant
to get married and have children
I guess I was never meant to feed into
The American Dream
but there are others that
still want to be touched
and love someone and build a family
So I guess my purpose is to
guide others away from self-medicating
away from the chutes and ladders of
Oppression and make sure they get
chance to smell the roses since
I cannot…
