I am lucky
I was born with flowers in my blood
They belong there, no one cuts them
I can grow my hair long
I can hold a hammer
And still build with nails I've painted on
No one notices the binding
No one tries to stop my heart
But who will close my eyelids?
We are still scared of the sunlight
Of what it takes to be seen
Theirs are the eyes that hold power
We are not ready to leave
Is this what it means to bleed for your sins?
To hold the stigmata up to the light
And say
This is what i am