You filled my soul with hate,
Made my heart ache,
When you stole from me my dreams,
And wrote on the wrinkles of my brain,
Words so razor-blade sharp that they
Could only be used
to slice open coronary arteries.
You taught me differences,
Would bring discrepancies,
while unity,
was wrought only from similarities.
You said you loved our little
Peculiarities,
But also insisted,
That we recall,
The way you wanted us to
Act.
And amongst these seas
Of expectations.
A thousand thunderous voices fell,
But one.
And sad that I am that it was not mine,
happy I remain, to tell you
That voice, of reason, and disparity
Cleared away my hating mind,
Taught me to saw the stars
Beyond their veil of clouds,
And let me dream again
Outside the confines of a
convoluted system,
whose skies were but
but vaulted ceilings slanted,
so that we had to hunch
our shoulders,
and hide our inner-selves,
because someone in the world told us
what beauty was,
and they said it was not us,
raw and rugged as we were.
They told us once the
Path to beauty
Lay in single-minded replication,
but when
we found our voices ‘gain
we broke that vaulted
mirror sky,
and said instead, that we
were
beautiful.
That we are beautiful,
And this world will see it too.
Because vaulted ceilings never last,
When straining against
Straight-backed shoulders,
And hearts that never stop
Beating.