So there's this poem I wrote, on the day I came out, that I've always sort've liked in spite of its obvious flaws...I thought I'd share it in its incompleteness, see what you guys thought.
I became
a person today
More than just
a symphony of cells
coalescing to form a being
I became.
I am.
It's me.
Hidden --
under layers:
A thick mass of barbed wire hair,
protecting interlocking bars of flesh
surrounded by razor thin tissue
and tough, unyielding veins
No more.
I became
a person today
True emotion burst forth,
across the dead, dry crags
and lines of my face
Never finished it, obviously...apparently, in some later note that I scrawled at 2:-someodd in the morning, I called it "painfully unfinished." I think I was just being hard on myself, but you decide...