Writing

We stood up to a tyrant once.

And now it’s time to again.

We need to stand up for the rights we were supposed to get so long ago.

“All men are created equal.”

The people around me, my friends, my family, my peers.

I see them every day, barely talk to most of them.

But they are my community.

They know me, or parts of me.

The thing is,

I can't get over it.

It sticks in my memory

unforgettable

and I want it

but I know it was just

subconscious dreamland.

It was old

There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—

he barks at anyone that nears,

snarling teeth that glow shiny in the afternoon light. 

There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—

One day, I want to be as strong as my shadow;

waking up, running,

falling asleep, dreaming.

Made from muscled arms and soft angles. 

I dreamt

it was next year

everyone I loved was there

tall chairs

light work

not reality

everyone

perfect

I woke up and I felt his love

butterfly wings against my cheek