Time held its breath the moment I was born blue,

Casting every shadow I own in a borrowed hue.

My own perspective flowed through their view—

I tried to move forward, but I realized I left pieces of myself as I looked through the rear view.

What’s a mirror if it’s not mirroring me,

Or mirroring the reflection of myself that I’d like to see?

They said the odds were against me, but what if I tipped the scale?

Would they still look down on me, or would they applaud and just call it flukes?

But anyway, as I swan through the seas—were volatile,

The tides that grew in me, hostile.

They mistook my silence for surrender, but I was sharpening truth—

Each breath a scar, each wound a proof.

A soul built for war that never needed a vest,

Life is just a series of classes I mostly bunk, yet never a fail—’cause it’s a test.

Can’t say I haven’t incurred any losses,

Made profit out of my debts—

Making bank while they run an incomplete budget.

Now I’m balling, and they realise it’s too much sauce for a sachet.

Jesus might’ve turned water into wine,

But I’ll turn all his assets into mine.

Can’t be silly girl in the midst of the city—

I move like the code got written within me.

But in this city’s glare, who am I when the lights dim?

What’s the price of the throne when the crown feels cold?

I’m the storm and the calm, the truth in disguise,

Born blue but blazing, rewriting the skies.

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