Today, I’m overwhelmed. Worn seams bursting with hate
And love. disillusionment
Today, I feel tired of pain,
Of my own, and of others’.
Soaked denim weighing heavy with what this world has us believe about
Today, I wonder how many times I will pray for death,
Before I will be free to live.
How many times the queer ones and brown ones will shed tears as blood
Pours from self-inflicted wounds,
Dying ivory cuffs crimson, spreading
Through fibers like so much hate we’ve learned to feel towards who
Today, I am missing
Her and him and you and we.
Longing for the false togetherness of complimenting outfits in family portraits,
Because at least, being together, we haven’t completely lost each other.
Today, I actually want to go back to
Where I came from. In more ways than one.
I want to lay there, touching soil to skin to
Root myself in
Today, I want to share
Tenderness, placed gently on shoulders to cut the
Because it’s been so long since I’ve felt it.
And longer since I’ve given it to
Today, I want to wrap women in my arms and hold them
Secure, protected, they can cry or
Enveloped in the warmth of undefined
© The Playground, 2008.