They say wounds Heal
but the Mind doesn't Forget
it recalls every Ounce of
Heartache that was once given
to an innocent soul.

People of color
Aren't we all Humans
Who are striving To do better
Who are harmless
Aren't we all Innocent
who are livings for there ever after
Aren't we all believers
Who are excited to bring newborns
In this WORLD


A World?
        


A world that is full of violence
A world that is so beautiful
Yet corrupted
In every way
In every direction.

Are we Brought to this World to be loved Equally Or to be Loved Unequally
Dear father,
Aren't we all one
Didn't we all come out from One Womb
From one soul
From one flesh
From one Phenomenal Women
Who went  through all the pain
All the Aches
All the broken bones
All the suffering
Dear father,
Aren't we all one
Didn't we all come out from one womb
From one Flesh
Aren't we all one.

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as if you were
on fire
from within,
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin

Poetry was all she talked about
and Poetry was all she was.

There she stands
Centre stage
The house lights begin to dim

She has always been
Well liked
And loved
By many
She has always
Stood up
Been brave
Given plenty

But nothing can compare
To the dance she shouldn't dare
To the music
Only she can ever feel

She'll twirl, pirouette
On one leg, arabesque
This pas de deux adagio
Except just by herself
First plié
Then Grande jeté
She shan't try
The tour en l'air
Turn out
Turn in
Plié again
The crowd stands on their feet
Round of applause
She's a lost cause
Shes out of frame
He'll never be her balletomane

I'm tired of hiding
Behind playful banter
And casual laughter.

I'm bisexual.
And I'm so **** tired
Of pretending that I'm not.

Why does it matter really
If I'm so willing to love?
This is a thing that should be praised,
Not hidden away.

If it's what's on the inside
That matters the most,
Then why are we so concerned
About what sort of genitalia
Someone has
In order
To love them.