Tailor-Made

I sign on the dotted line
Yes, I'm still sure
Dysphoria diagnosis letter
Proof of ID
Paperwork

Tag my ear with my new number
This little pig awaits the slaughter
And as they rolled me to my carving block
I swear
I saw a pin drop

I shed my skin
Sit on the slab
I am the architect's blueprint
The topographer's map

A butterfly
Sprawled out on a web
Wrap me back up into
Your synthetic cocoon

Puppeteer count me down
Suspend me between sleep and death
A marionette
Underwater
There's no goin' back now

Five, four, three, two

The sculptor picks up
The scalpel the butcher
Peels back my skin
Leveling mountains
With dynamite sticks
Till I'm a blank slate of marble
They'll line me up
Like pieces of fabric
Held together with pins
Every single stitch
Like dolphins swimming
In and out of my body
With thread and a needle

Now I am tailor-made
Now I am tailor-made
And yes
I have
Always been sure



Credits
Writer(s): Rascal Miles
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