Ninety-Nine Versus One

You can't cut away pieces of me,

But it hurts when you squeezing me

Don't you see I don't fit?

Just quit.

You throw me down - I pick me up

it's kinda gross but even worse

to the point that I'm throwing up 

I'm fed up, in all honesty, 

yours are very illogical frames of normalcy.

With your boxes, "monogamies," "loves" and "friendships"

you remind me of my sweet deviations

telling me I'm badass and free spirited,

when I feel like a f*****g experiment.

"You have to break a social norm and reflect on it in class."

I really rather walk around one day with naked a*s

than having marked abnormal my every day experience

while you denying my existence in your normalcy systems.

one and a half percent is my share of love,

even less when deduct polyamory and stuff,

just because most eyes ain't open enough.

Disfiguring me, you so shameless

Frames you offer - too ugly and small

If you still don't see it - I'm letting you know

I'm shapeless.

If you have so much energy to spare

why use it on waving your hands in the air?

There's much real s**t to worry about

than giving me waves of "Love Drought" -

Like strikes abolishing prisons, 

people's blood blizzards,

political wizards. 

police and brutality,

authority for being rich,

fear and murder mentality,

punishment instead of teaching,

bribery instead of preaching.

naked t*****s instead of respect,

attacks on religion but praising cash sects,

humiliation instead of admiration,

debts and checks instead of compassion

emojis and digital star bucks instead of passion.

paying with bodies for brain mortgages

it would be hilarious if it wasn't humanity's bondage.

If everyone minus us equals y'all,

And if everyone minus y'all equals grow -

Then why don't y'all back the f**k up

and peacefully leave us... "alone"?

in this digital cash-checking age 

you must have learned simple maths

Drop the mic, leave the stage,

because really - it's way more of us.