A Statement of Fact

We are who we are. But then again we’ve always known that, and made no apologies for the truth of our uniqueness. We are who we are. A simple, painful statement of fact. Like the eastern rising and western setting of the sun, there are some things we must accept – albeit slowly – as unchangeable. Unalterable. Fixed. Carved in stone. We are who we are. A simple statement of fact. It is dangerous and unwise to strip away pieces of our true selves , while trying to remain whole. We diminish our souls and our soundness by rounding our corners and sharpening our curves, to better force ourselves into tight, unnatural spaces with only enough air for one. With you I have become an ebony Alice, on the wrong side of the looking glass. And you are a long, long way from Kansas. You are who you are. A two hundred mile an hour hurricane, with a smile. I am who I am. A resting place with small, warm hands. We are who we are. Just not together anymore. We are who we are. A simple statement of fact.