We were victims, you and I
Circumstantial altercations that
Swept our bodies and minds
Rendering us useless in certain situations
Ignorant on the things that mattered;
The blurry image through the lenses
Of stigmas and lies
See, we were set for failure, you and I
Unrealistic expectations and societal dilemmas
Impregnated our very souls with
Borrowed views and opinions that blinded us
That chained us to eternal darkness
We were both thrown inside a garden
Where love could never grow and
Asked to thrive under such circumstances.
And then the veil was lifted and
You saw who I really was: A person you never knew
One that was broken and sad
That wasn’t truly aware of his surroundings
That didn’t know how to act
And you, with your vane expectations and
Selfish arguments, with your imported desires
Of what they told you things should be,
You couldn’t handle the rawness of a reality
That was always hidden
The flimsy thought of staying and fighting
Quickly flew out of you
Like a butterfly on a mission to entice
The next flower – the ultimate truth
Yet, it doesn’t matter, and I don’t blame you
because we were victims
You and I
of something bigger
Something darker.
Yet somehow
We survived
And we made our own lines, our own paths
Maybe not as perfect or pure
But truly ours for the very first time
The most real representation of
Who we truly are; the true iteration
Of our limited freedoms.
Because at the end of everything
We were slaves and nothing more.