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.
Copyright © Ema Kenyon | Year Posted 2017
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