How do you want me to heal?
It is not my fault that I am governed by the right hemisphere
It is not a game of vault , it is an ordination of the one up there
Yells, rejections and eye rolls mark my day
Smiles and pretty faces, turn away
Letters burn like iron brands
An undrying wound being peeled again and again
Tell me, how do you want me to heal?
A daily dose of scorn, all I can do is mourn
I wish, I were a lily in the field
So they would see they've been deceived
Lies woven into myths, myths turned into fables, fables that birth more beastly men
My heart swells with the weight of their disgust
Yet it is not self controlled, the controller of the universe,controls the control Himself!
I wish , I'd love be like you conformed to write with my right hand and right what the world already calls wrong
But if I be in that difficulty, I'll alter my faculty and slow down potential ability the world already calls it incapability
I thought we all agreed to be civil, I'm human yet take to be evil
Civilization worn as cloaked suits yet beneath them dwell men who still bow to traditions chains
Tell me how you want this left hander to heal?
This is so relatable given I'm also left handed.