My Ally

Thu, 04/14/2016 - 11:50 -- tallee

In a world that cannot see me,

A place forming thick, straight, immalleable lines on a meaningless mission,

Refusing to deviate from their exhausting path.

A place that encourages me to conceal,

To congeal into a stiff un-absorbent shape,

Heteronormativity, captivity, refusing to let me feel.


Bi bi world that refuses to see me,

Hello world that wants:




Someone who melts the rigid stuff,

Guiding the tough media under a hot flame,

Until finally! It moves freely.

Stretching out like freshly chewed bubblegum,

Warmly supported by the flame,

Arching and twisting into meaningful movement.


Finally able to scrape by,

As I embody my queer battle cry,

You strengthen me, my ally.  


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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