I touched the back door screen
without hesitation it squealed
revealing my position.
No escape tonight, my dear.
Last night I had that same dream
where I lay naked in the sweet pea field
a man had me in a revealing position
I can’t remember which one.
This escape is both figurative and literal.
It makes me wonder the cause,
if there is more than one,
for the creation of myself unnatural.
At least that is what they say,
unnatural, thinking it is a choice.
I do not want this, please believe me
that sweet pea field is nowhere I want to lay.
To this day, millions refuse to hear my voice
assuming I am bored requiring variety,
a sinner, a slut, among other things.
I do not want this, so I will escape this lie
I lead. Tomorrow I will try
to for once accept the squealing
of angry screen doors and finally be free.