You have to approach the Venus fly trap with caution so it nibbles the wings just
right
But I’m tired of asking for permission to be seen by my peers
It’s not about you
I’ve told the toothpaste splattered mirrors in bathrooms in homes where I lived that
didn’t belong to me
It has to be genuine
As I genuinely watch the rose petals fall before the feet of the gremlin with lipstick
staining teeth
But that’s just me in another life
In the life we packed away and sent down south
To never be remembered by the city of brotherly climbing street poles
It has to be unbidden as my right heart chamber skips another beat
It has to be genuine as I ask for kindness from those I thought were friends, not fans
It has to be unbidden
But it’s always someone else’s turn
So, I’ll send the call to arms again on the broken radio
And wait till eternity to get the desired response