nineteen

My face looks skinner than it did last year
Life of love and hate and joy and fear
A place not so distant from this here
No

How'd my hair grow when I was eighteen?
How would I nurture my self esteem?
How did my bones grow in such tiny skin?
I don't know

Things I couldn't see
Things that I still don't
Still I'm one step closer to me
Still I'm one step closer

Mouth sings words it thirsted to let be
Comprehending sexuality
Chains losing its grip around my wrists
And my throat

Things I couldn't see
Things that I still don't
Still I'm one step closer to me
Still I'm one step closer

Things I couldn't see
When I was eighteen
Things I still don't know
It's ok though
I'm one step closer to me



Credits
Writer(s): Enzo Borges
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