Anatomy's Future

I stopped standing the day that everyone else stopped standing for us

I have not put my hand over my heart in over a year because what is there to hide?

I was born here with the blonde hair and blue eyes

I have no trouble walking on the streets in that regard

Though the anatomy dilemma is a different ordeal

As well as every other political, religious, and geographical sector

But still

Every day I fantasize

To leave before my 20th birthday

It is my gripping hold on life

because I will never stay in this country where

I can't even get a job or find a life for myself

Germany

Switzerland

Denmark

Finland

Sweden

Anywhere

Please I need to get out of my town

that is growing evermore a reflection glinting orange

Every day I look up at what used to be a golden sun burning through our world as an ethereal being to my small mind

It changed when I looked to my side to see chains everywhere

digging into my skin 

my chest

my hips

and organs

and rights

lips pressed shut

silenced for a man to open when I am of age

If that is the hand that feeds me

then I gladly will bite down till I taste blood

to imaginative lines across an Atlantic journey built to protect, 

not wage war and bind the weak to imprisoning duty.