Too Much

So –

do you think this neighborhood is too

gay

for you,

maybe too

poor 

for you

and oh, that means too

dangerous 

for you?

Are you just so

uncomfortable

when you see people

who are

not

like

you

because you’re not gay –

gosh, no;

and you’re not poor,

not gonna steal some stuff

off some other soul’s back

because you were left behind

to feed a mother and two kids-

no way.

 

You are just a person,

after all–

you shouldn’t

have to deal

with these feelings,

these

difficult

thoughts.

No —

you can just leave them outside,

let them blow away

in the blizzard,

land on someone else’s

snowy, white

front step.

 

 

January 3, 2018

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Dream Life

The kind of life that’s calling me

cannot be found in this world–––

not in its perfection

to love with your whole heart

is always enough for me

and yet faces I see

have decided differently

under armed forces and divided

nations hobbling for a squabble

and some land on the side.

The type of love I look for

cannot be found on war-torn soil,

turned over by mindless antics

and more mindful of racism

because someones gotta fill

the shoes of hate,

one to one

to be even again,

not to consider defeat

but to win and to succeed at this

is to fuel the cynics’ cycle

spinning away

from my widening wave,

carrying me home to remind me

of the shore, the last time

I saw my dream life,

sailing by.

August 13, 2014