NaPoWriMo Day 14: Khoisan man's Son

You're not really talking if no one understands you
You're not really human if you think one can pray the 'gay' away
But you know you're alive when your heart belongs to my body's landlord

We've become the aftermaths of failed exits gone skew
How does trauma make love and make bodies sway
Chance is the only thing we tampered with baby

You remember the Glory and the Gore that brought forth Lorde
Oh, you're still here? I thought you would've left a little hasty