Standing solo in a crowd
conversations all around.
To the laughing, swarming, hum;
only Silence met my lips,
and Water coated my tongue.
I clench my fist.
Remembering all the times
The pointed fingers stabbed my mind;
The laughter followed me home;
And the words broke my bones.
Just breathe and remember,
Remember the times you got back up, stood tall,
and rose to defeat the lies.
The times you smiled, laughed, and didn’t cry
That you never, ever, crossed that line.
Even when you just wanted the pain to stop.
Unclench your fist.
Look around and talk.
You’re not there anymore.
My heart flutters As contestations grow To be more than mere words
On a flimsy placard Or a woeful sound on a microphone Far off in the distance of weary crowds,
No my body shakes to the tremor Of global discourse Where meaning is no longer contrived-
But rather emboldened By the passion that exists Deep in the souls of men and women
Whose words echo through The ethereal connections That reside somewhere beyond this world,
With connections my mind grows To believe in new found hope For a future where natural death
May be the only form of ending Beyond the bloodshed of a world Once isolated by differences-
Now slowly lost to an inclusive globalization.
It’s lovely to wear a mask, in that, who orders me:
C’mon, baby! Smile with your eyes!
Who claims this baby-blue cotton lid adds to what they think is my beauty?
The elastic bands go
great with those earrings!
My glasses are fogged with nothing but the heat of my breathing.
All those smiles I’ve stored – wipes in the pantry, bleach under the sink, toilet paper, toilet paper, white and white and tight like fists.