Of Whom We Are

 “Of Whom We Are”

I don’t want these words,

To go to waste.

I know how the public,

Rushes to haste.

Be us Transgender, gay,

Or Bi.

I no longer think,

I need to tell you why.

We are for the most part,

Invisible,

Yet you fear us.

Let me tell you why.

You cannot see us,

There is no defense.

Yet you want walls,

Want a fence.

But there is,

No defense.

We are not contagious,

There is no reference.

We cannot contaminate you.

We cannot give you spores.

We are simply a matter,

Of whom we are.

Dg

04-17-20

I Am The I

“I Am The I”

I am confused,

I am angry.

I am referring,

To me.

I am frustrated.

I am angry.

I am talking,

About me.

I should be exploring.

Searching for possibilities.

But there was no team.

There is only me.

I am not perfect.

I am not flawless.

In many people’s eyes.

I am simply a mess.

I should be doing something,

But, right now I cannot,

So, I am trapped.

A decade of unemployment.

How do I even measure that?

There is no I,

In Team.

But I am not speaking of them.

I am speaking,

Of Me.

Dg

4-4-20