I imagine
My jawline taking shape
Like my face was the architecture of things to come
I Imagine my body shifting
getting comfortable in this skin
This first 22 years
has been a dream state
only a premonition
of things yet to begin
Come December
when we will the celebrate
the man that supposedly saved us all
I will celebrate
The man that I saved myself
to become.
And though no virgin birth
The stars have heralded this as well
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