Still learning to love
Still learning to see
Still learning to speak
If I am still learning, what does that mean
For the fool who made me a settler jewel?
I try to forgive, I tried to forget
But how do I see and how do I run
When I’m forced to step right into the sun
Only to be burned
Will I, will I
Ever be more
Or do I even need to be more
What is enough?
Is it more love?
I have drowned from too much love.
If love is not home, then
What is a home?
When all I see are doors and walls;
I feel as if I’m still learning to crawl.
What’s on the Other side in my Other mind /
a river of bullets, an ocean of bodies, a ripple of pushing and pulling on me
Where does it stop, where does it lead
Will I forgive? Will I be seen?
What if they do see the worst of me?
Must I relinquish the best of me?
if I step right into the sun
To be more than visible?
To be more than heard?
To be more than just?
To be more than a word
that fails. that fails. that fails as a speech, as a poem to be preached.
Until we are loved,
Until we are human,
Until we are home,
let the waters heal our burns.
For I believe the world just might turn.
From the space of appearance, up and away
May that be the day I’m empowered to say
That I am not me, or he, or she,
One day, I will simply be.