I am the dirty little secret; the gate-keeper of his justice
Cloaked in the farthest back corner of his closet of emotional ruckus
Sometimes doctors visited. Some would prod around the rubbish
But they could never find me because they didn’t have the compass
They’d take turns trying to discover where my true self thrived
by poking me with invisible sticks, wondering if I were still alive.
Oh! I am still alive. I am very, very much alive.
When I became the forgery demonstrating his famine-lies
I became the masquerade a dancing puppet super-sized
Nobody could hear my darkness under shrouds of harm
Nobody could tell me anything without red flag waving alarm
I got along with nobody, because we were the same
Nobody was the better of us, better at shirking shame.
I made nobody up so I wouldn’t feel so alone
because Everybody kept feasting on my well-gnawed bones.
I escaped from my slumber when the trash was taken out
I opened my three eyes, discovered peace of mind devout
I shed the garbage like a snake sheds its skin
I discovered my diamond, my value, his sin
I grew formidable cloaked in starlight; causing a dither
while he suffocated himself, decayed and withered.
I am the dirty little secret, but my truth is being bold
I’ll be the beacon for those lost in darkest treachery told:
no worth. You have no a beloved’s face.
I offer a flashlight towards the egress of freedom’s fair grace.