Arus' Poetry

The alchemy of turning my feelings into poems…

Aries Interlude

You know, I’ve got a bad history
and for some reason, I can’t change that tendency.
That “good” language I can’t speak-
I think I’ve reached my peak.
They say I’m selfish and stubborn,
since the day I was born,
not the type to reason,
constantly changing like the seasons,
but I’m just living my own reality.
Mami hates that I smoke my cigarettes.
Papi hates that I’m a faggot.
but fuck, I can only continue to be me.
so hard for me to listen-
it’s like living in delusion.
maybe I wasn’t meant for evolution.
Man, It sucks to be me.