I'm not supposed to talk
about the things that people don't understand
were not supposed to talk about the pain in our right hand
were not supposed to tell stories
that make people feel uncomfortable
were not supposed to express love
if its more than they can handle.

We're pretty much told not to be us
were pretty much told
to keep things hush hush.

It's hard to be quite
when inside you constantly hear screams
its hard to be quite
when there's so much going on behind the scenes.

It's like the wizard
of Oz
behind the curtain.
I've been Dorothy
I've been the lion,
Tin man,
i'm not so sure.
Wild monkey?
I have no fucking doubts.

Emerald City has been letting me out.

It's been letting me out while keeping me in.
A bedazzled heaven,
a shit storm of sin.

I'm tired
of being quiet.
I'm tired of lying to my own face.
I'm tired of hiding in closets,
of wearing what i'm told to wear,
of thinking what i'm told to think.
I want to wash it all down the kitchen sink.

I want the dream catcher to keep,
like a dream catcher,
the things I need.
And I want the bad dreams
to flow down the drain,
and be washed to a place where they wont harm the fish.

Om mani padme hum.
Compassion in action
I'm going home.

On beyond,
on beyond
I'm always going,
on beyond.

Always becoming, 
always becoming,
Buddha hai,l hail.
Buddha hail, hail.

Hare Krishna, 
hare Krishna.
Sat nam.

So many words,
to say the same thing.
So many words,
in my ears they ring,
as I close my lips,
as I tighten my fists.

When they call me he,
when they call me she,
when they call me things they wrote on a Wikiwe.

I'm so fucking tired
of God damn definitions.
I'm so fucking tired 
of trying to fit.

I want to speak.
I want to be heard.
I don't want to be a him.
I don't want to be a her.

I don't want body parts
to determine how much you love me.
I don't want the things i believe to matter.


I don't want people's brains to be splattered
in the name of something that just has many names.

Somewhere in Virginia there's a lotus pond,
people go there
searching for the one.

The one 
is right here
under my fingertips,
in the metal I'm pressing
against the wood lips.
It was made by someone
trying to make a living.

Make a living.
What the fuck does that mean?
I know it has nothing to do with money.
I know it has nothing to do with paper pressed with green ink.

I know it has nothing to do with the face of Abraham Lincoln. 
I know it has nothing to do 
with anything we think we see.

But, Abraham Lincoln
he had something to say.
He had something to say,
and he made himself heard.
And because of him, 
we live in a world,

a world that's a little bit brighter
than it was when he came in.
And for that I am grateful.

And I hope to shed light
on things like he did.
And I hope to do something that will make some random person 40 years from now
sit down and wish
that their life was more meaningful,
that they had a purpose,

I hope to have some sort of impact,
even if small,
on this world in a way
that will play like a call,
like a call to their ears,
like a call to their heart,
like a call that goes past their flesh
into their soul,
a call that tells them
YOU'RE ALREADY WHOLE

​-Beth F