The Ramblings of a Divided Mind

Flag flying in a clear sky,

Colours shining for miles,

The rainbow giving hope again

Through humanities refrain.

Flags shining side by side

There for all to see,

Saying we are not alone

And there's many ways to be.

Pinned to my collar,

Wrapped around my shoulders,

Even down to my laces,

The colours must shine through.

So rainbow flag shining anywhere

Be visible and be true,

Be the loud presence for us all

We're told we have a self,

Are a person, an individual,

And expected to know it.

We're told so many things

About having an identity

To see myself in stories;

Is a blanket being given

When I didn't know I was shivering.

Is tears in my eyes

As someone else calls "you too?"

Is finding buried treasure

After having lost the map.

Representation always matters,

Always reaches out vitally.

No matter how different

Or how short the reach

Representation is comfort

For anyone who hasn't seen it

Or struggles to find it.

Representation calls us forwards

And embraces us imperfectly.

What a wondrous treasure.

What a fearsome stature.

We abound with differences

With things we wouldn't notice

Until they're missing from the scene.

We abound with similarities

With ways to meet halfway

Until a step is tripped over.

We are a world of variety

Where I see it constantly

Yet fail to see when it vanishes.

The world is what it is

Different and similar and wild,

What a difficult place to live,

Safety or suppression?

The phrase is repeated,

Coming out, in the closet,

So much language built

Over an idea of a closet.

It gives space to think;

To learn in private

And explore our thoughts.

But it muffles everything,

Can choke the truth back.

Both positive and negative

The closet is still needed;

Everyone is learning:

That's hard to remember,

Easy to forget,

But no justification

To abandon a safety net.

A word care destroy safety,

Fracture it in an instant,

Still it can be restored,

When learning is allowed.

I'm dreaming of community,

Wishing for inclusion,

Straining to be visible,

But safety is the root,

The base from which I build.

To offer the safety is hard,

No path can truly lead us.

Instead all I can do is learn,

Listen to my own experience,

Listen to what others ask for,

What they say damages their safety,

And try to help it grow again.

Everyone is learning

And I'm trying to as well.

If I can build another's safety

Is it challenging to live?

So many people say it is,

Say difference is a flaw

And we have to fit in.

But being ourselves is good,

Existing honestly vital,

So the norms need breaking,

Challenging and changing.

Who cares what roles were made,

What expectations placed,

When we feel how we do?

Find the relationships you need,

Based on trust and respect,

Romantic or not,

Gay, straight or anything,

The norms need changing,

Need tearing to shreds,