I Am The Code, Crack Me Poem by Nate Tulay

I am the limited species within this act.
The people who are born just to turn sour, inside.
I am their hero and their villain.
I am their women who are singing for equality.
I am the too limited queens, or, the too limited fiends.
I am yearning to be free.

I am the boy trapped within his consciousness.
The instincts of hell.
The limited software behind the biological body.
I see their pain without conversing with them.
I am the master of their world.

A limitless mind.
A Perfect God …
A plaid shirt…
A Schizophrenic Fool.

I am the real Presentheus.
The fool who does not mind rising
within the midst of poverty.
I am so intelligent, I laugh at myself.
When I die, I will live forever,
In vain, or in hell—