when the son
of uther pendragon
freed excalibur from the stone
he did not know
he was a king.
but i am no king
& i’m forgetting
who i am.
let’s get over
too much sweetness &
politeness
i hurt inside
i’m ready to scream.
when you rub the lamp
the genie rumbles out
& roars into the sky
i want you.
i want you.
i need you.
i’ve lived so long
& prayed so hard
please holy someone
answer my prayer.