Poetry

With my one and only life,

I plan to think and dream,

no matter if my ideas are rife,

no matter how extreme.

I’ll climb the highest mountain,

figurative or real.

My dreams, I‘ll keep on countin’,

If I can walk through the rain,

I can run in the sun,

even when it feels like the downpour

will never stop.

Because even if it doesn’t for a long time,

umbrellas will be offered

from hands I love to hold

Come together

Offer help

Manage their sorrows

Monitor their emotions

Use kindness,

Not hate

If you fall,

They will be there to catch

You

If their expressions carved in stone

could move once again,

their expressions would remain stony.

The dysfunction

we allow to continue functioning

Their gardens,

now flowering with pollution

In a community of acceptance,

there is a lack of understanding

for the A

in LGBTQIA. 

It’s easier to point fingers

than interlock fingers

or tap fingers to chins,

thinking,

I heard rumors of a great ship,

full of great people.

Did they have room for me?

I swam by the ship

and to my surprise,

I was welcomed aboard,

beckoned,

appreciated,

cared for.

I hold my breath 

Until we are free 

Free 

To simply 

Be. 

And I watch myself suffocate

Forgive me. 

I forgot what is of our reality 

I keep everything i have left of you

I still look at our pictures together

We looked so happy

I still have your sweatshirt

It still smells like you

I still have the stuffed animals

How can i think,
when i sit in classrooms built by men
to teach us how to think like them,
and i try—
god, i try to conjugate freedom
in a language that was never mine,
in a room that doesn't feel like home,

Who is telling the story 

Of the little girl who got raped on her way home

From school

Who is telling the story 

Eyes as deep as space, 

Looking into them I lose my breath 

An undeniable spark buried down

Quickly turns to fireworks, the desires are unbound

Words tumble out of my mouth 

Soft pink

mixed with the blue of today

a magenta now

you can see the swirls and streaks of the colors in the sky

warm and cool

the sharp, sincere orange flashes across the horizon

mixing

merging