All kinds of people
live with all kinds of lies.

Big and small.
The rich
and the poor.

That you have to stay
the way you were born.

That the way you were born
means you don’t get to love.

That the color of your skin
means you don’t get to live.

All kinds of people
live with all kinds of lies.
Very rarely is my poetry inspired by current events because I don’t feel the style in which I write does justice to anything except maybe the corpses of those I’ve loved and lost that I stand on to make myself feel taller.

But the past few days have been too much for even me to ignore.

I’m sitting here right now writing this post because my family escaped another country due to a revolution. The country I live in is broken, it’s true, and if you’re not angry you’re not paying attention and sometimes revolution is necessary.

Just because a person is a world famous Olympic athlete, doesn’t mean that person has it all figured out. Just because a person is in a long term committed relationship, doesn’t mean that person is going to get the same rights as other “more appropriate” people in this nation. Just because a person is breathing air, if they’re doing it wrong – in the wrong place, with the wrong expression, in the wrong damn country if you ask me – doesn’t mean they get to live a long life.

Everyone, everywhere in this country is lying, to themselves and each other, and it breaks my heart.

My heart breaks for trans people who have the courage to live out loud, in a world where so few understand them. I was watching the news with my uncle over the weekend, where it stated that 8% of people in this country know a trans person. He was so interested in the whole story. And spoke openly about how he’s never had the opportunity (his words) to interact with someone going through that experience but that in the world we live in, it’s only a matter of time. ❤

My heart breaks for those of us who have to stand on the steps of the Supreme Court hoping to be recognized with our loved ones. I haven't met the woman of my dreams yet, but if I ever do, there isn't a force in the universe that can tell me I'm not allowed to be with her. For those who have been fighting this SO VERY LONG, I just keep hoping we're almost at an end. I saw something online yesterday, "The first Pride was a riot." ❤

My heart breaks for Baltimore. For Ferguson. For Cleveland. For New York City. For every other city in this country because you know this kind of thing happens everywhere. I don't know what caused the lit match to finally drop into the powder keg but I hope that these experiences can culminate into actual change in this country. I wish I had some grand idea about how to change the climate of the culture of this country in general but I am at a loss. Just be kinder. Meet people where they are. Understand that maybe you don't understand. And that different experiences don't make yours more valid or correct. ❤

I don't know if poetry will save us. But I know it has saved me.


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