Tonight we’ll feast
Feast upon the meal our mothers have buried for us
We’ll laugh and idle away the hours
Our hunger will be filled and our lies emptied
Tonight we’ll dance, dance away the errors of our mercy
Tonight we’ll forget, forget the targets on our backs
And bask in the glory
baby, tonight we’ll be gods, puppeteers to our manipulation
We’ll pioneer a new age,
A wave of redemption
Upon the labors of our own backs,
We’ll feast, my love
And with nothing but our eased laugh, we’ll live.
Sol, being an avid writer, documents the many emotions that come with growing up detailing her personal experiences through self-discovery, heartbreak, and queerness.