I was a tool for pleasure, but let’s be honest. I was not happy, and to them, I was not human. “Fuck, yes.” “God, tighten up.” “Say you want it.” My ears filled with those things… things lovers must tell each other during the most intimate of moments, I was beautiful to them - at least, my body was. Sensations of my own fluids, warm with my life force,Īnd the men! They were the best of all. That was the period in which I allowed my own soul to escape its fortress. I was afraid and the fear had returned, and I wanted to die again. It entered my bloodstream and transformed my reality. I recall the dry relaxation overtaking my system as the poison filled my lungs. Why are you alive again? I don’t remember.”įor happiness? That continues to elude me. If you wish to read this poem in its intended format, please inquire about a print copy of Tahoma West Volume 25 at our office in MAT 151, or view a PDF of the poem once it becomes available on the Library Digital Commons. I am no less of a human than you.”Įditor's Note: This poem was written and printed in our physical book with a unique stanza layout, which we unfortunately could not reproduce with our website's rich text editor. Happy and content with the world, it is sad "It's not that simple." is met with scoffs. The world is full ofīut others only mock her for it. If only her gender was irrelevant in relation to her capability. She sees a world full of wasted potential If only people would only look past his skin color. Of the generation refusing to die drowning We will not fall prey to the lie of tradition Just because you were taught to cut them down. Of a world built on letting wildflowers bloom, To pick up reality and ignore that favored fantasy Our hands grip onto the light we were promisedīuilt with bleeding, thrown bricks and torn up flannelsīy broken lips, chapped, bleeding, grinning and bruised. Of this cage built by church pew pamphlets. These people you’ve never failed to scrutinizeīuilt by bending and scratching at these bars Or I don’t put stock into what you’ve been through.
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