Hush (a poem)
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.
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.
filled with thought
layered in dream
lost in this place
where I can be
anyone or anything
my heart desires
or fears may bring
We are all affected by a solar eclipse in ways great and small, but I never expected this.
(1,330 words)
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.
Diversity is not only what makes the universe beautiful,
it is what makes it thrive.
(300 words)
Our final home,
more than a house on a street.
It was the place we could be
you and me, together, forever.
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