Poetry

I struggle to write because I don't want to say the truth. 

That I fucked up and said yes,

I want this.

I am scared because it won't work.

That I fell for his eyes, 

his heart and his voice.

We live in this world together.

and if we could all walk with our feet

firm on the ground, feeling the universe, feeling the world

so distant become what nurtures us,

if we could all walk only for a moment

without our hatred, without our grudges,

We met like passengers
assigned to the same row
close enough to share armrests,
not a destination.

I am but 

One speck in the Universe, 

One piece of the world, 

One person amidst a billion. 

I am just 

We lie inches apart, 
faces turned from one another, 
like two commas in the same sentence 
that never connect. 

And I looked, and there was this ugly brown girl asking for some less brownness, perhaps.

We were birdsong
We were giant redwood trees
We were bones bleached by desert sun
We were metaphors and similes
We were poems and poets
We were wildfire
We were ebbing in and out
We were waves in the blue atlantic

The walls utter gossip at night.
They watch new women pass,
different steps, new perfumes,
claiming corners they'll never own.

I've seen a penguin in a trench coat 

Questioning the tide.

I've seen a pigeon on the couch 

Licking chip salt from its wings. 

We are told this is a free country ... 

But that's until someone speaks their mind 

That's until someone points out someone's differences 

I dread going to school every single day.

I hate it,

I hate being trapped there.

But I love being greeted by my best friend

who could make hell

feel as freezing as

these February Maryland mornings.