I stand still, confused,
My eyebrows furrow as they stands in front of me
With bright smiles.
The air lights up with their presence,
Dancing in the sun,
Or are they the sun?
They live with arms that don’t burn,
With smiles that don’t blind,
With voices that don’t poison,
Only with hearts that are open-
To me,
For me,
With me.
We never tattooed ourselves successfully
Because we are pencils tracing our minimal time
Who can only
find a smile through that one
wave of future
in this vast ocean of reality.
At the top of the stairs a little girl stood,
holding her plush giraffe and a blank expression.
Her eyes were locked below at her parents hushed
conversation about the news.
A little girl...
America is not make up of one flag
and should never resort to a statement otherwise.
I saw
many flags
that represent you and me
and US because
we are made up of
gay,
queer,
trans,
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