Gone Fishing

An uncommon sense Close to abandonment
Learning discerning the difference
Between do or die Each step taken away from
A place of hopelessness
Takes me closer to building another
Kind of family nest There is no inclusion for those stigmatised
Nobody close to us ever recognised
Only exclusion for us out there
Only delusional fuss and despair
An uncommon sense So beautifully dressed
In a moment of realness
I fear I could be fearless
Destitute out on my own
I had to run this far from home
The children of the damaged and unkind
My new friends are like-minded
It's a mechanism of surviving this
The children of god, the children
LaBeija Found a place to express my soul
Won't go on living in a shadow's hold
So I'm going to the ball to get my prize