Who I am

My peers pierced red my ear, my earlobe torn open,

Big sky, crashed in confusion, stralian finger-pointing song, southern-cross red:

Was it the end, or heartbreak, or final injustice, I found, no, it was love unconditional that cannot be harmed,

I cried for her, because, my open  heart just said, as it bled just emotion out,

It carried me thru the soundscape to hearing the good, that can be good found,

I was scared of this moment coming thru, anyway it comes, and I laugh at me, as I walked thru them then,

They were laughing like demons piled up, clawing at sound, clawing at any good that can be found,

And I’m so beautiful, today I love her, like I’m drunk,

This moment comes, and I laugh at them, beautifully, like champagne bubbles thru unstained glass, laughing because I love her, cause that’s who I am, I laugh, burst open I cannot be harmed