I feel like there’s enough of you
Enough to make me cringe at my own song.
Enough to make me strive my whole life long.
Enough to burn the same ladder I climb on.
To keep Heaven pure, safe from your seed
And from the Dragon you ride on.
Ask me if I’m human, all the time.
Stringing me up in the lines
Of a 7th Ward nursery rhyme.
But hating you
Through every breakthrough
Has only given me
I used to dream of overcoming
A dusty motherfucker
Who looks just like you.
And as with every dream I reveal,
This too, comes true.
Because I think there’s enough of me
To make myself
An enemy too.
I love my life
More than I hate you.