Sunday, March 11, 2018

Chosen

"They, not he."
tilted head taken aback
then… light
                          (and god saw that the light was good)

but first, heart gallops full speed
shitshitshitshitshit
wasthatokayimeanshitusetherightpronounspeople
~ breathe ~

awareness comes in flashes
strobes of dazzling color
in an ink-dark void

be the change name the unspoken
seeitsayitdemandit
respect for the words chosen

~ Amber Keating // 03.07.18

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