My
family always told me to be wary of those whose eyes had been
damaged
from looking too longingly at the moon on cold nights
wishing
for the healing
of
the bruises on their hearts battered by the institutional
marginalization
Of
a society that has consistently told them that they had no place
In
the rays of the sun
They
didn't know I was one
Of
the moonwalkers
Of
the dayfearers struck dumb by the brilliance of a star withheld
from them
Knowing
the isolation enforced from within and without when
confronted with the
presence
of majority rules put in place because the majority rules
The
pulpit, the schoolyard, the business sector, the political
parties
That
we must conveniently hear about through the grapevine because
our
Invitations
conveniently get lost in the hate mail
Do
you know what it's like to have your name branded in a burn book
Because
you love someone who has the same pieces as you and you're
told
Time
and time again that you could never fit
The
feeling of never asking for a prom date because
Best
case scenario you'll end up on a pity date with the girl
everyone thinks
Is
your girlfriend anyway
Worst
case scenario you'll end up with a black eye marking you as
the boy whose
Mirrors
break a little too easily when he hears the word faggot
Walking
on pieces of shattered glass trying to keep the idea of self
concept alive
Underneath
the unconvincing production of heterosexual mimickry
I
will never forget the day you said you were gonna kill me
When
the secret pixelated out the graveyard of hastily deleted
internet histories
And
google searches
I
was still your breed but somehow I wasn't born the same
This
is for the boys who cry themselves to sleep at night thinking
they
Can
drain the gay away
This
is for the girls whose idea of love is undermined by society's
patriarchal
preoccupation
to turn their intimacy into entertainment
Life
is yours
This
is your anthem
When
the pulpit calls you an abomination
Life
is yours
When
the schoolyard bully screams sissy or dyke
Life
is yours
When
you feel like your floodgates are gonna overflow
Because
the earthquake of your anxiety told
the
tsunami of your grief to surge with more
Spirit
than you thought yours could handle
Life
is yours
Life
is yours
Life
is yours
When
grasping for hope has broken your fingers
Remember
that suffering is only pain that lingers
When
you allow it to
When
it's easier to wallow in the cesspool of your own defeat
Remember
that your victory is just above the surface
Waiting
for you to break it in
And
claim the life that is yours
Even
if it exists on the dark side of the moon
Being
able to navigate the ancient depths of its craters
Will
mark you as a a full-fledged moon walker
To
those just beginning to find their way
1 comment:
It's brilliant <3 Keep writing Jay.
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