d33dtde-72ec72c7-e6a7-4a79-ad9c-87c2721c3f19For those of us who chose to stay silent
and their truths hurts us more
because it’s a lie
For those of us who’s story was never heard
Because nobody ever cares to ask

For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours:

For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.

And when the sun rises we are afraid
it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid
it might not rise in the morning
when our stomachs are full we are afraid
of indigestion
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid
love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid
love will never return
and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid
afraid we will be misunderstood

For those of us who reached for help
without the rights to protect ourselves
Blamed that this was a selfish way
If you chose your life in anyway

For those of us whose body got bruises
and those without marks, and are no way to prove it
With wounds that are screaming each night before sleep
Trying to hide all we can, down, deep
Afraid of the vulnerability the world could see
Afraid that we won’t ever be free.

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