When I look (a poem)
I have been thinking, a lot, the last two days—about who I want to be in this moment.
I have been thinking, a lot, the last two days—about who I want to be in this moment.
i am the words i speak, i’m the things i do, i’m not how i look, or the things i accrue. you try to define me with the simplest of words but i’m far beyond that, though you think it absurd.
I hope you will join me in this act of solidarity as I stand up for those who are being forced to assimilate with a societal construct that does not fit them or reflect their lived experience.
(377 words)
I am a hero to some, a villain to others. A friend and an enemy, all in one breath.
Liberty is having agency over one’s own destiny and decisions. Liberty cannot truly exist without the ability to govern what happens to and with one’s own body.
Don’t tell anyone.
They can’t know about you,
that you’re different,
weird, unacceptable, unforgivable.
Don’t tell anyone.
They might think it was my fault.
We are still unable to protect ourselves
and our trans siblings from the destructive power of propaganda, bigotry, hatred, and violence that are still part
of daily life for marginalized communities around the world.
Constantly, you made me question myself.
Relentlessly, you told me I was not enough.
Remember the ones
you passed in the hall
never stopping to talk
or know them at all?
The awkward kid
who didn’t fit in
tried to make friends
but just couldn’t win?
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