Dream

Go where the sun ends,
over the edge of a cliff
and there the breeze carries off
all the lost children.

Bring them home.

Bring me home,
and let me rest
beneath the warmth
and above the cold;
don’t let them touch me,
not the heavens,
nor the earth.

Keep me safe,
and I shall rise
for another day.

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From you, to you

I feel your love,
I really do.

I feel your love,
I really do,
I mean,
it’s pushing against me,
always on top,
if not,
always near by
telling me,
showing me,
how to be.

I love you,
I really do,
but I’m starting to think
you love you
and not me
because this love
feels like you want me
to be you
if you are to
love me.

I feel your love,
I really do,
but show me
this love is for me
and not for you,
else how can I be
in love with you
if I can’t see me
in your eyes
because this love
feels like love
that you want from you
to you, but through me,
and I can’t be
that medium
for your love
from you, to you.

So tell me,
who are you trying to love,
me, or you?

-I feel your love, I really do.

Forgiveness, Forgetfulness, Redemption

Forgiveness is not forgetfulness,
so do not take my mercy
as an excuse to want to be treated
as if you were my savior.

Forgiveness is my way
of saying I do not wish harm,
evil, or the worst of things upon you
for what you have done me wrong
because I know pain, and I know well,
thanks to you,
and I do not wish hurt upon anyone
for it should not be, if possible,
and I shall make that possibility real,
through my forgiveness.

However, though pardoned,
do not think for once
that a scar doesn’t exist,
that a past didn’t occur
where I was pinned down
by you, who wished nothing but harm,
for me,
do not mix forgiveness with forgetfulness,
do not think forgiveness is redemption.

Vagina

I used to want a penis
because a vagina wasn’t enough.

It doesn’t pee upright,
it isn’t capable to lead,
it can’t do math,
it’s too emotional,
and it’s meant to stay home
to tend to the fire
and feed the children
and love the parents
so those with penises
can go on to do what they want to do,
because only they
can do wonderful work;
and that’s what I’ve been told.

BULLSHIT.

It was I,
the girl,
who led the way
for those in need
and I did not fail
because I could do it,
and I did it.

It was I,
the girl,
who passed the test
with the numbers
and I did not fail
because I have a brain
and I used it.

It was I,
the girl,
who stayed sane
despite the chaos
and I did not fail
because I learned control,
and I did it.

It was I,
the girl,
who listened so hard,
because I know a voice can be lost,
and I know because I have a soul that needs to be heard.

It was I,
the girl,
who cared so much,
because I know how it feels to be forgotten,
and I know because I have been left for different reasons.

It was I,
the girl,
who loved so many,
because I know it was needed
and I know because my heart was once depleted.

I knew, I knew, I knew;
and I know
because I have a vagina,
because I have a brain,
because I have potential
because I am as human
as the the one who pees upright.

So now I know
the me
with a vagina
is fine,
and what I truly want
is a place
that knows this
acknowledges it,
accepts it,
and
respects it.