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turning sideways.
i crown myself queen of humanity
sort of a celebration of your absence
i control like i have something they don't
like all they see is me, and all they feel is envy
like what they know is not even comparable to my artistic intelligence
which almost molded you as if i was God
starting with a fresh clump of clay
i started with your feet, like making them deformed
was my choice.
was the mark that said i made you
not God
or some determined sperm and egg.
as if when cars blow by, i am choosing the wind
that is a result of it's passing
As if i am a trophy, a symbol of excellence
who speaks to fire, and tells him what to burn
as if i started rain, and hold a wild and blustering cloud
in the palm of my hand,
to release only as some defiant form of emotion
or to make as some defiant point.
as if i am made from the powers of power that created me
out of beauty, and artistic excellence to become queen.
i control like everyone else feels the vibrations
when the ground goes boom
when the ground shakes, replying to
the hard and dominant bottoms of my ugly sneakers
like i begin something that changes everyone's view of me
i control like i am different.
like somehow i am capable of
changing their views.