Stop Advice and Look What I Have Done To Myself

Stop Advice

Let me say something awful to you

I finally put myself, me, into something

For there are no terrible things to ever say or do

Stare at the truth, all I want is the brutal truth 

I want there to be meaning to nothing

All I want is the truth the remorseless truth

I want it absent of subjectivity and perspective

A non-objective right and wrong

There cannot be any debate elected

No contrarian views selected 

What we figure will be known all along

Contrarian views ensure that an absolute truth will be rejected

Give no advice and none shall be given

No universal truths shall be for everyone written

Look What I Have Done To Myself

I was born with skin

It shelters my muscles and ribs and sternum 

My ribs and sternum shelter my heart

My skin shelters my skull 

The skull that my skin shelters

Shelters my brain and my mind

I like to change my skin color

Different colors and shades 

Triangles and circles and monuments and squares

Faces, bikes, clouds and demons, pigs and crosses

Many words and sentences

I was born with skin

And my mind was born to make these choices

To choose to make it more difficult to find work

A choice to offer reasons for greater exclusion

A choice to feel a needle's pain 

Because sometimes, just sometimes

You want your skin to feel the pain 

That your mind shelters 

That is hidden behind your sternum

I do not mean to deflect what I have chosen

The pleasure I feel on my skin

The first line of defense for my insides

I cry for and only feel longing

The choices I have made with my skin

Should not hinder my belonging

I know what I have done to myself

To my arms, legs, and my chest

I know what I have done to my hands

My skin may reflect my reasoning

But not who I am

My skin reflects who you are