Who Cared
Be who I am, but it’s more like too late.
At the finish line, or barely approaching the gate
and I don’t know how much longer I can carry on in this state.
I’m sick of these walls.
I’ve always maintained and kept it together.
No burden too heavy– collecting my feathers.
No matter the storm I was sent to weather.
Something inside me stood tall.
From hating my name.
My appearance bringing shame.
Alley cat or evil beast set to tame.
Now once and for All.
Ridiculed and fooled.
What they did to me was cruel.
Sometimes I wish I had just drowned in that pool.
Or don’t wake up next time I fall.
Can they see into my Soul?
Or do they see the gaping hole?
Fire just making me more cold.
Full of audacity and gall.
Turned quiet as a mouse.
One way ticket to the South.
Taking my voice– sewing my mouth
and keeping me small.
Maybe I do just have to die.
Then I won’t have to keep living this lie.
Free birds with wings were meant to fly.
Reset settings to default.
The death of me is real.
Grab your onions from the field.
This hurt in me I had to heal.
Care of Sekhmet and Ba’al.
~Ruby L.S.~
21.2023.09
