Monday, November 28, 2016

Goodbye mother

You cannot love me
If you think I am possessed
You cannot love me
If you think I'm devil blessed

You cannot love me
If you don't know my life
You cannot love me
If you don't know my daily strife

If you cannot love me
For as long as I am bisexual
Then I cannot love you
As long as you're that judgemental

You cannot love me
If you can't accept my good
You cannot love me
If you think I am no good

Even if you think I am Satan's possession
Condemning my deeds won't bring me to you
My love my good my unending compassion
Is reserved for those who do love me too

Did Jesus not say, 'judge not lest ye be judged'
The Christians I know, to that they adhere
Your hate, your fear, your words do begrudge
Your judgment echoes so loud and so clear

You cannot love me
If you place faith above blood
Jesus would have loved me
But your heart judgment floods

Goodbye mother
We part now for good
I'm no more your daughter
I cut now our blood.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Who do you love mother,
your child and your progeny,
How much do you know of her
This person in your family tree.

What do you love mother,
The carrier of your genes,
How much do you know of her,
Does she love greens or jeans?

Do you see the good in her
Her kindness and her love
The intelligence of this microscope whisperer
The skill within her glove.

Do you just see the devil
When she speaks of her love for girls
Do you think she’s just a rebel
Out in town for some twirls.

Do you think she is wicked
For detesting the president-elect
The rights she had gain he would undid
Her life his believes can wreck

Do you see how much she cares for the world
The time she gives to those in need
Do you believe she’s destined for the underworld
Despite the blood she bleeds

How much do you know of her, mother
Her causes, advocacy and activism
The good is there and clear to all
She’s shown unbridled altruism.

Who do you love mother,
Just your child and your progeny,
Will you love her person whole,
Or just your Gs, Cs, As, and Ts?

Wistful

Today I wish to be dead But that does not mean anything For the wish is fervent and constant Minute after minute Day after day It has moods ...