Insanity

I am weak at the knees

I’m light in the stomach

You can help me stand

You can fill me up, but they won’t let you

I try to stand

To reach for you

I have my own demons to fight.

Delirium becomes good company

Is ‘’this’’ a curse or a blessing?

Are we enslaved in the chains of ‘’freedom’’?

Or are we liberated in shackles of obligations?

Or merely humans held bound in blindfolds of hushed fears...

Yesterday, I was born.

It felt good to be human.

Today, I have an identity which precedes my given name>>> Female- Christian- Black

Don’t box me in

I’m human

Let me speak!!!

Let me live

Let me love!

Yes! Let me love a human

Any Human

One of my choosing

Don’t give him a tag

He’s no alien

Beyond what your eyes ‘’identify’’, like me, he’s human

No tags please.

We’re not goods in a glass store

See the way his eyes dance when he looks at me?

No you can’t see that... You’re blind! Poor you!

That can’t be fixed.

You’re blind to who he really is

You’ve armed him

He’s unconsciously hurting me consciously

Stop! He speaks without saying any words

His words sting

They burn, they hurt

Still... He speaks not... You’ve taken his voice.

Now he won’t look at me

You took his smile – Give it back!

It’s not yours to keep

You’ve left him handicapped- that explains why he won’t hold me

What did you do with his legs?

He seems to be going in the wrong direction

And I’m so scared to chase after him...

Scared he’ll keep running

Scared he may look back, find his voice, smile...

And wrap me in his embrace...

Scared your thoughts will become actions