A black bunk bed Once belonged to me Body built of sticks and stones and potential energy I laid alone On the bottom sheets So I kept a sense of absence above me when asleep Singing oh When I grow The legacy left to me won't leave me low Sweet seeds I sow So memory's remedy's a crumb of hope I'll be proud to be Part of me Probably proud of me Proud to be Part of me Probably proud of me As a grown clone Can I be beautiful Beige as Cali suburbs Sameness is fatal Sleep with no doubt Of who's forgiven you But can I forgive myself For being myself, too? Now That I've grown The legacies kept from me have left me low My only hope's That younger me is hungry for a sick joke He's not Proud to be Part of me Probably not Proud of me Proud to be Part of me Probably not Proud of Me X2