Clark Kent
My closet is a memorial
To all the phases I’ve been through
All the times I woke up thinking
“This just isn’t you”
But I pick myself up
Again and again
But finally, I hit a dead end
--
I hit a dead end, yeah
I hit a dead end
I hit a dead end
End end
--
Inside me
I hold more power than Superman
But I’m caged
Inside, inside of Clark Kent
Hide ourselves in the shadows
Though we know how to fly
(know how to fly)
Your world’s falling behind
You’re making up stories to villainize
But you can’t
STOP OUR PRIDE
(oh, oh)
We’re self-made
(oh oh oh)
--
I might seem a bit immature
Laughing at all that stuff you
Got over years ago
But you see
It’s a part of me I never got to know
No, I never got to know
--
So I owe
(so I owe)
Yeah, well I owe
(so I owe)
Oh, well I owe
(so I owe)
I owe myself this moment
This moment
-
Inside me
I hold more power than Superman
But I’m caged
Inside, inside of Clark Kent
Hide ourselves in the shadows
Though we know how to fly
(know how to fly)
Your world’s falling behind
making up stories to villainize
But you can’t
STOP OUR PRIDE
(oh, oh)
We’re self-made
(oh oh oh)
--
I can’t mourn my
can’t morn my
Can’t mourn my
Lost boyhood
--
Can’t mourn
Can’t mourn
I may be late to the party
But I’m ready to roll
So let’s go
Let’s go
--
Yeah yeah
Whooo
--
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
We’re self-made
Oh oh
We’re self-made
Yeah
(oh oh)
And you can’t
STOP OUR PRIDE
About this poem
This poem is about the journey of Jaime Rails: guitarist and vocalist in Not From Concentrate, coming out as transgender.
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Submitted by nfcska on March 06, 2024
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Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
Characters | 1,440 |
Words | 302 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 9, 35, 11, 28 |
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