The Platform is Level

Your pink fusion
of androgyny
is powerful, attractive.
Keep it that way.
The black will sink
-as you display it-
into the deepest pits
of your sealed heart.
Until it unfolds
and spills
                          glitter
like the stars
into still air.
Your cover is beautiful.
How far in does it go?
You've etched into skin
what you stand for,
what stood for you.
People look down on you,
You look up to their hate.
They can stand there forever,
for nothing
Knowing I stand
for something.

And yet the platform is level.

Reviews

[lee von cleef]

until gravity takes over, Time weathers and wears ,Skin drys ,scars, and the map is so full of dots ,shades, lines, we all get lost.