Diary of an American

Im only free when I drink free to say what I want and how i want

when I don’t care that my barbaric yawp hits the wall and slides down into

an abyss of silence silence that smothers and silence smothers me in this world
I am not made for

I never realized this world is the prison we all fear

societal expectations for me

For you

problems because of biblical proportions

that enslave and make masters out of those who don’t feel man enough unless

I am not constrained by silences or looks

they are man enough to a woman black eyed and beaten

(if there’s a fourth wall in this show I want to break it/

I am not fenced in

I am

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