Human: Or Do LGBTQ People Still Count as Such?

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A revised free-verse poem turned lamentation

All you see are flaws — 
Too many to count
Too difficult to name.

They greet me in the morning;
Say, “Hey, how are you managing?
How can you become US?”
US always has it together. 
They’re related to They.
They know everything.
And if you’re not with
US, you’re against Them.

Human used to be the creature
Who remembered there
Existed love amongst everything.
Love and touch and holding 
One’s hand was more important.
Not some digital image
Concocted on a canvas made
Of lies.

It yearns for sustenance
Buried deep in
Soiled forests but
Will not take the time
To harvest.

Woe to the
Breathing being who is looking
For approval in
Sweaty bed linen
And overpriced vehicles,
They will wither and turn
Into figments of their imagination.

Gifted tongues ululate
At crescent moons, surely
Their voices will
go unheard.

Human is the creature
Who smiles in your face
And sharpens a knife
Behind your back.

It is unprepared for
Danger and never has a plan.

It turns against its brothers 
And sisters and people who
Just want to be loved instead
Of othered.

I bow, this species so thick
On my skin, 
Washing it off would
Be suicide, however, isn’t
That what US wants?


The previous version can be found here. Thank you for reading. Published in Prism & Pen via Medium.

“The night time can be quite the liar.’

I hope you have a friend who can remind you with a few words not to go where you feel like you’re going–one who can pull you back up when you feel like you’re sinking without doing or saying too much.

Because Walker is a gem; she always has been.

You just get it, and they just get you.

I really do hope you have a friend or friends like this, too.

NaPoWriMo #22

never been us

four years later, I
see your face
snap its way back
into my mind, and I
am stunted by its
presence–unmovable, and
lost in the shambles of the
lake of us, and I want
to blink my eyes constantly
until I can’t see you anymore.

you didn’t even have
the heart to follow
through with every promise
promised or every word
unkept; I knew in the
second year I’d be your
doormat, and after the
sixth year, I pulled myself
up, dusted myself off, and
shot my way into a
more inviting direction.

you came back …
unable to let me live
my life without you
in it, and I saw that dimpled
cheek smile at me, and
the person I was while you
were away caved in.

I hate you for loving me
hard enough to cause me
to fear everyone else.
I love you for finally letting
me walk away and stay
away for good.
I warned you that we’d be
too much to handle, and now
you see that

I
was
right.