If you take to me some place new,
then tell me to find my way back
without using a map or phone,
I can do it.
I could not be paying attention,
distracted by the screen in my hand
or the music I'm listening to,
and I'd still be able to find the street
I've only been on once before.
I can go to places I don't go to often,
the desert of my childhood,
the busy city that never sleeps,
the quiet down by coast
where my mother was born
and instantly know where I'm heading.
I can hear your name five times
and recognize your face
before I remember your name.
I could be paying close attention,
listening to what you're saying,
nodding with every detail,
and walk away remembering your story
with no idea of what your name is.
If you tell me your name,
I will forget it five seconds
after I hear it.
The open screen door lets the cool morning air into the kitchen. Water is heating in a pot that’s on a circle plugged into the wall sitting on the counter. I open my computer and do a New York Times’ crossword puzzle as I wait for the boiling point. When I hear the circle turn off from a click on the top of the pot, I grab a mug, pour the water, add a tea bag, and return to the crossword. The more I do crossword puzzles, the easier they become. My double vision comes and goes depending on what angle my eyes are facing. I grab a sweater to warm the goosebumps on my arm. My day usually begins this way. Some details may shift just slightly but it’s more or less like this.
I look out to the west to see
the mountains have vanished
underneath a blanket of heavy
rain clouds. For hours, I wait for
the rain to fall. Sometimes, it comes
and passes within minutes. Other times,
like today, it lingers for hours, teasing
its arrival while never actually
making its way to the plains.
There’s a split in my reality
every morning and night.
When what I see doubles
into this hallucination like state,
my brain is confused. My eyes
don’t work together for longer than
twelve hours a day. Individually,
they’re fine. Left is down
and right is up. If I cover one,
my vision is single and up
or single and down.
Whatever I’m looking at
will move to a different space
without me moving my head.
I try my best to fight it until
my eyes are no longer cooperating
and I’m forced to go to bed.
When the clouds come
overhead in the afternoon,
remember that all days
cannot be sunshine and blue skies.
You can't expect perfection
when you know there will be rain.
It's okay, you can't hear all
the good news you want in one day.
Society has a standard for everyone.
If you’re outside of the cookie cutter
Example, then you’re deemed as different.
As we grow up, we realize we all have our
Struggles and strides, we're all different in
Some shape or form. Though, those who
Are capable of protecting what makes them
Different are lucky. Those who are able to blend
In to the normal and can pass don’t have to worry
As Pride Month comes to a close, I was to highlight
Those who celebrate in the month of June:
Lesbians. Gays. Bisexual. Trans. Queer. +.
Those who choose to live out and proud as well as
Those who cannot embrace who they are because
Of the circumstances they’re in.
People of the LGBTQ+ community
live outside of the box of societal norms.
While they’re embraced by many,
They’re also scorned for loving someone
Of the same sex or for embracing who
They really are.
Living inside the box is boring.
Being a cookie cutter version of everyone
Else isn’t fun or unique.
Embracing who you are, even to yourself,
And accepting your differences is beautiful.
There’s no shame in being who you are,
It’s everyone else who can’t understand you
Who has it wrong.
Love isn't defined by gender.
But we live in a society where
Many people are still taught
Love between a man and a woman is natural
And everything else is sinful.
This teaching is dangerous because
It leads to shame for those who love people
Outside the heteronormative view.
Acceptance for the LGBTQ+ community has grown
Over the last couple of years
And it's delightful to see so much rainbow
Throughout the month of June.
But there are still people
Who are in the closet because they're fearful
Of how their family members will respond,
Knowing their views aren't loving.
Love is a natural feeling
between people of all sexes,
not just a man and a woman.
Anyone who feels shame and fear,
know that you are not alone.
Anyone who hates gays,
you're living in the dark age.