The Modern Tribe

The best thing about having bipolar is

You can assure yourself that you are happiest in the half of your life

Or your lips are curving to smile

While the rest of your heart is crying, stretching itself into

Something unreachable and going to swallow your entire being

The most banal equation our Teachers taught us is

Good education is good money

But university education is just like vagina

Once you put all of yourself in

You have no turning point until you touch the limits

With heavy breaths

Like other modern tribes people

We had talked about limits all the time

But she was not listening to me properly

She wanted to take a step to the sky and spread her wings

While I persuaded her to drive to the same distance

I wanted to take the mic down in the backstreet of broken dreams

Instead of fancy parties, public events

But there is a word tattooed on all our feet