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Quills
The anticipated joy, the chance to finally Be, right in self and she. Only to see bigotry, self-absorption, abandonment and general cruelty. The color, the joys and the barely living hopes, feathers still nascent in their quills. Crudely shoved in bags, torn, ripped from shelf and bloody wings, set burning. I don't care how much joy I am throwing away or how much of me burns. Whatever I will Be, it will not Be a bigot, self-absorbed or hateful louche!
So everyone knows... I'm announcing myself safe from Pride Month.
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Hungry
Where must I got to find my pride? I’ve turned every stone at every tide But I know it’s nowhere to be found It cannot exist on such soiled ground
Since I was young I wanted a reason To believe in my country And the unrighteousness of treason To understand a loyalty I do not have So why would I dare wave the flag?
What is it that I fight for? In a country founded from war Racism, fascism, everything between I don’t know what it all means
Where must I go to find my story? I know not where I come from Or where I am going It feels as if it’s been taken from me What kind of blood do I bleed?
It’s as if I am a ghost With no truth or honor to be my host Floating through heavy air Sins of the past aren’t mine to bear
I cannot say that this is my home A home is somewhere you don’t feel alone I do not trust this forsaken land With history washed by white men
So where do I go from here? I’m a shell with nothing to hold dear I do not know my ancestor’s stories I do not know of pain or glory
My culture is colonization Wiping out the other nations I am a branch from a twisted tree I cannot cling to my history
For heritage I’ll always pine But I cannot adopt what isn’t mine And I do not take pride in my country Shame will always leave me hungry
Not even my pride’s damaged!