This Poem Is About Myself

does it not feel as though the world hovers between our lips, magnetized poles locking to each other because that’s all they know, as they touch? does my hand on your waist not feel as though it’s burning a hole through your sweater and your skin to grasp onto your intestines and tug? does my breathless smile as you pull away, eyes still fluttering shut and mouth still half open, not twist your heart and discontinue all thought? do i, with my messy rainbow glitter soul and my pure intentions, not rattle your faith and make you question your heaven? do my opinions, based on the divinity of love and loving, not broaden your thinking and expand your mind? does my strength, inherited through generations of oppression and invalidation, scare you? am i more than you can handle? good. i was not borne of fire and swords to conquer hearts or souls. i was borne of pain and rejection and rose from those ashes not untouched but certainly unscathed to seek happiness and joy in all things that bring light to the world. i was borne of sadness and uncertainty and carry these in a corner of me people have the audacity to call my sleeve. i am unapologetic for this bright white light that shines from me and i do not weep for those who fail as they try to block it out.