Can I not speak my truth
As I try to put words to my youth
And the boy that blazed the sky
Across the part of me that would not die
Not matter how they tried
To bury me with the tears they’ve cried
Over ancient wounds 
But he walks into rooms
And just changes the air
Not someone else is there
And I can’t knock 
Even though there are things that it is not
Could I just be your friend
And wait for things to end
With her
So we can reconnect with what we were
And my sister warns me to stay away
And my mother lets me know I would have to pay
A price I can’t afford
If I risk my room and board 
In the home I built for us 
Because paper wrinkled with broken trust
Can’t be merged back into fine
Without someone having to do hard time 
As I walk in the night
It’s five o’ clock and, alright
It’s to early to call 
So I bang my head off a wall
And hope that it will soothe the drum 
That whispers to me what we will become 
If I just let it flow
Why is it that being told to let go 
Makes me feel like someone’s stabbing my guts 
And the model in me struts 
Down the aisle 
But the lioness only smile 
As she bares her teeth 
We both stood on the street
Near the monument to 1916
And sometimes I wonder if it was only ever a dream 
To think you loved me then 
Because I have watched boys become men 
And what they lose in the shutting down 
And women craving a white gown 
To give them worthiness points
In a society that anoints
Babies into a secular sphere
And you know the end is near
When you begin 
But, for once, I hope you win 
When you try to wash away
The part of me that won’t let you stay
Near the shore that I created
And I never wanted to be educated
And forget the truth I am
I love you like Ros wants Sam
And your smile breaks the scene 
I wish you the best of this broken dream 

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