Here is a recent experiment with words:
untitled, 09.09.09
life…a difficult slip
is pinned to illusion
and these gaps…muted and abysmal
are a furry shadow
the shape..the sheath..the shell
is wrecked
the brick does fit
and reticence gets none
slide the fat down the cliff
rest in movement
to rebound
a proper form
What can I say? “To thine own self be true,” someone was always reminding me. Sadly, I wasn’t…for most of my life. The choices I made, I did not make for my soul, but for others. It’s not what people think who you are, its what YOU want people to think WHO you are.. For what??? For society? For survival? And so I lived a facade, a pretense, to whom I was. I lied and lied not only to others but to the very essence of who I truely am. But no more. I mourn for my transgender sister but honor her as I made that brave choice, ‘To thine own self b e true.” And who am I? I am Lucas James Salazar. AND I AM A MAN–Period!