friday
yeah so what has changed my man
well check what I’ve become
yet move back, look up, take it in
is really all that new?
still in black, still hide your face
still wandering; still wondering
if their looks excite or are unwanted
still the same grey sea
but the city has shrunk somehow
concrete waves no longer break my back
it may be me that has grown
but is it really
ride down the stairs look sideways sharp
see the hood winking back
face fuller, eyes darker, hair longer
with a ring tougher than steel
much has changed then
today was all alone on the streets
but now there’s something
a home with more than just reflections
so yeah not all has changed my man
but enough to make myself grow further
make the sky unfreeze and break
any walls that might still hold
me back from keeping happiness
lisra's broken mirror 