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I’m exhausted by the grief
And drained by this place
This place that once held promise
This world that once had values
Or perhaps it never did
Tripping over wires of
The mental lies
Society tells us to hide
Behind a disguise
Normalcy often sought by those
fearful of what they grew up absent of.
Who is to say identity is a sin?
That checking the other box is not
acceptable.
Prompt: What does love like?
Love looks like constantly checking your phone for messages
Love looks like grinning at that same phone when you receive them
Once upon a time, in the Red Sea, in the underwater kingdom of Bur Sudan, lived Queen Yaya /Trapped in her own kingdom/Silenced by traditionAnd empty after producing many heirs for a King /Triton, the careless, the traditional, the oppressor /Yaya
I know a few lost boys
They wear skirts too small and pants too big
They handcraft their own toys
They shave off their hair and try on a wig
They wish for time to pass but not to grow old
Freedom is tangible as glass stars.
While it shimmers and shakes under the sky,
It burns quickly, flickering out as dusk rises.
Beneath the ashes the small ones scream,
Filing into the streets below,
