Things get bad
And some of us go under
Ground,
The marching,
Declaring,
Identifying,
Having Pride
Seems quiet,
Silent almost;
But here,
We remain,
We are,
Existing,
Doing that thing
that hate
wishes most to end.
Exist.
Tag: gender
How (A Man’s World)
“It’s a man’s world,”
they say,
But someone still
Needs to teach
The little ones,
Gender irrelevant,
How to do,
To survive,
To get by,
When a “man” is gone,
Not present,
Never present,
Or passed on;
What of little girls never taught
To change a tire;
Or mow the lawn?
We teach her
To understand dependence,
Believe it,
Then rip off the illusion
With age;
Man, woman
Mortality is the great equalizer,
Teach the little ones, all:
How.
broke the mold
A child of variations
No one could yet understand,
They tried to put me in a box,
Defining what I am.
I tried to map,
To define who I am.
I broke the box;
I broke the mold;
In each dimension
I traverse
For that is it.
That is just
Me,
As I am.
Pride Colors
I will love myself,
For myself,
Because of myself,
And all that I am
All that I represent,
My love for life and others
Will not be the shame of me,
I will wear these colors
A rainbow,
A spectrum of beauty,
proudly,
And applaud my siblings
As they wave their own flags
Privileges
Some can say
“I don’t
Want to
hear it,
See it,
be reminded,
Think about things outside
Of my control”,
“I am comfortable here”,
In ignorant complacency,
Not thinking from another’s point of view,
“This is my space”,
Of chosen apathy,
“I can sugar coat,
Pick and choose
what I subject my mind to”,
Some can forget,
Can remain ignorant,
Can be the fish that swim
Never aware that there is water,
That is their privilege at play,
But I cannot
Remain blind,
My multiple identities remind me every day,
And being aware is my burden,
And I know
I have privileges too,
But I count being awake
As one of them
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