It's Complicated

We are often our own demise
 And I am becoming procrastination
 But you are so often so wrong about you and you don't even know it
 Self-identified as particleboard, paper maché, duct taped
 And we are wrong, and right, and confused
 It's complicated, but so is a star
 A flower, a quasar, a friendship, a marriage
 May we be refuge for the complicated
 And as for me, well, I have zipped up my emotions into this dusty duffle bag I've aptly named poetry
 And I'll be on my merry way as soon as my pride turns me loose
 And unmangle the last morsel of manhood I can produce
 Ma'am, I seem to have misplaced my confidence
 Last place I've seen it, it was at the altar of your love
 It's complicated
 And I am becoming complicated
 We may scratch ourselves raw to erase the image we were made in
 Smoke, snort, sex or drown out the silence
 We may waste our life-savings on makeovers
 To try to rhinoplast our daddy's nose away
 But no nip, no tuck could cut away the sense of obligation
 We are becoming what we're not
 But what we are is inescapable
 You are a masterpiece fighting to be a silly selfie with a hideous filter
 You are heaven's handmade calligraphy
 Slumming it among papyrus fonts
 You are the complete and perfect works
 Of a perfect and eternal poet laureate
 With a laundry list of identity issues
 And sometimes your plumbing don't match your urges
 But your femininity it forced a force field that protected our posterity
 Your masculinity, it mustered up moxey
 To conquer mountains for our families
 You are the rightful heirs to not just a kingdom
 But a universe and you have your daddy's eyes
 Stop being so traitorous
 You are Revelation revealed
 Pyramid constructors, conductors, conduits of lightning
 Yet you speak and you breathe arsenic carcinogenics
 And it causes car sickness
 These scars are our witness
 To love hard is hard living, but it's life
 It's who you are
 It's messy and uncomfortable
 And complicated
 But so is a star, and parenting, childbirth, and love
 And us
 And us