queer
He was six then.
Maybe it was the smile.
Maybe he shouldn't wear
those overalls anymore.
He told Mom.
Her smile was much brighter
than any hurtful words
that came from fearful young mouths.
He's twenty-three.
Maybe microaggressions
shouldn't hurt him anymore.
"Maybe" isn't always true.
She still knows.
Her heart is a love fire
that still melts away pain.
And burns away fearful words.
He reclaimed queer
so that another six-year-old
will feel the warmth he felt
When his mother fanned the flame.
Dear young person,
You can identify love.
Queerness is beautiful.
Find warmth in the love of self.