anony-muse

one that was overflowing with tension, mumbled words, gnashing teeth, genuine life or death situations day by day...

now the silence has become warped.

my ears ache as I try to pick up the sound of disappointment. there is none.

"you're making me feel so small"

"you're making me feel paralyzed"

"you're making me feel as if I need to fit into your box of acceptability"

And its DAMN exhausting

you saw me

I took a shot

cold glass pressed between my fingers

flames erupting in my throat

just to drown you out

I dont mean to raise my voice or raise my hand

but when it comes to a divide

it is clear to see the sides

one wants justice for those whose personal history reeks and seeps in their own blood, sweat, and tears

from young to old

from ages past to present moments (let that sink in)

and all of this just due to our skin

death in streets

death in homes

death in alleys

death under hateful eyes

death under the blazing sun

death under the setting sun

death under the sleeping sun

death around every corner

yet here we stand

wanting better

wishing death to leave its generation to generation curse behind

why must this fight be considered unacceptable when those in snow skin claim what they want in a couple words or less

what was once considered holy and just has been vandalized, looted, tainted by those who caused the sweat, blood, and tears of past years (and I pray no more)

skin---

bronze, rose, snow, amber, sunset, buttercup, blush, golden, brass, copper, oak, lily, sienna, sun-kissed, chestnut, mahogany, sunglow, goldenrod, saffron, cashmere, silk...

we are part of a glorious cosmos yet---

why do we fight over such things that should be considered beautiful and awe-inspiring and have no power to hold one high and lower another

love

skin

love

wait

hope

and that unrelenting question