There is this thing called the
Gay Gene
Or so people want.
A biological proof.
An independent fact.
But I ask,
What’s the point?
What’s the reason?
Another justification.
Another bullet of ammunition
For those who fear the
Gay Disease
The Gay Outbreak
That’s what it will be called.
That’s what it will be associated with.
Another barrier.
Another wall.
Another separation of
Them
And
Us.
And while we’re on it
I ask another question.
Why should it be a matter of
Proof?
Proof that as the song goes,
We’re born this way?
Why should anyone need
A justification to love?
A justification to be who you are?
A justification to be
Human.
There will come a time,
When daisy’s dance
and blades of wind
Will cut through the sky,
Singing a tune
Only you can hear.
A new day
A new year
The world is upon us
The possibilities endless.
We all lie in wait
With promises galore
And a sea of wishes
Upon our very tongues.
A cheerful symphony
Of laughter
Of cries
Of a
5
4
3
2
1
HAPPY
NEW
YEAR
And may this one be filled
With dancing stars
And smiling moons
And a sunrise to
Greet every beautiful day
And sorrowful storm
To bring upon a year
Of new beginnings.
The past now just that
A past of memories
And growth.
A year to never forget
As we bid it farewell.
Goodbye 2020
A year of
Riots,
Politics,
And a horseman run
Rampant.
Hello 2021
May you usher us into
Wisdom,
Health,
And understanding.
Falling down a rabbit hole
Watching from afar,
No way to intervene.
They tumble and they stumble,
I wish this wasn’t it
Rock bottom never seemed so scary
Until you watch another come
so close
Their eyes squeezed shut
The obsidian abyss
Encompassing
Mere light a fantasy
high above their head
Hope now shattered.
I love the way you call me from high above the starry sky.
A green beast.
An angry beast.
A large, hideous beast.
What’s this thing that
presses from the inside out?
Suffocating,
stomping on the lungs.
It knocks out all the
oxygen, and it fills the
bags full of a mist.
A thick,
slimey,
green mist
that comes out in clumps
with every breath.
How does one stop
the beast from rampaging?
How does one stop
the beast from taking over?
This beast,
this hideous beast,
with the name
Jealousy.
I toss my gaze to the window, squinting the tired blear from my eyes. Old street lamps sit along the sidewalk, their lights stretching to enter this dark room. I curl my body forward, sitting up and removing the arm of my unknown night guest. My fingers curl around a large T-shirt; theirs or mine, I’ve not a clue.
My Keurig whirs to life in the kitchen and my senses awaken as my tired limbs carry me towards the machine. The scent of heavenly coffee drifts to my nose, wrapping around my fogged brain; I hold the filled mug close to my face, watching as the steam rises, telling the secrets of last night.
