March
Dear all the limbs that don’t listen
all the steps and mountains we can’t climb
the wind will carry us to destiny.
Some metal and Velcro may aid us through
the tomorrows keeping us a hoist
the cargo ship.
But it’s the honey bees buzzing against your chest
the sun that rises from the dance of your lips
the rainbows that glow through every blink
that make every tomorrow brighter than
the white lights we face in the halls of hospital walls.
The world will continue to turn
and even cave in on you
But you bend and not break
because they never tell us that
our hearts are just as elastic as the rubber bands.
All the scalpels and cuts they make in white coats
can’t fix us but perfection isn’t fixed.
Tell all the kids that speak of the cost…
their Jordan’s and Balenciaga’s
aren’t worth more than every pair of AFOs.
and every push through hospital double doors.
Tell the “never ‘s” maybe so
because you’ll prove them wrong
and if even not you’ll prove your strong.
Dear every eye that can’t see
or brain that’s not as fast at computing
and every skin that’s marked with scar
You are ours and beauty is ours
to whisper to into our ears.
So tell every walker that takes up space
every wheelchair that moves to slow
Every computerized device that speaks for us
that we aren’t defined by your limit
and every sky has a stratosphere
a moon just above the white clouds.
We aren’t broken and we don’t need
excuses for the scars we can’t cover with makeup
or the high bars we can’t leap.
Wear your scars and be all that you are
Bend every bar because your heart is just as elastic
as the rubber bands that hold their money.
Blow out all the candles— no more
no more wishes for a new body
tonight
let your own light glow
and everywhere you go
it shall take a swift flight.
Dear every imperfection
I’M-PERFECT.