KowareYume

Who are we To think the way we do? Expectations and norms Drag down and put out The very light that fuels the heart, Leaving a vast emptiness of sorrow, Pain, The desire to grow Into an insurmountable lie. Who are we To believe the way we do? To blot out and warp Those who actually are somebody And subject them to the falsity, Dejecting, Driving them To conform and grow Into an overwhelming lie. Who are we To judge the way we do? By following custom and crowd, We are fabricating a world Where expectations and norms Lead to a lie; Where blotting and warping Lead to a lie; Where judging And we Create a world Where falsehoods rule And tru

Instead of living in the depths of rain, Look up and see the stars, tinted with grey and green. Listen to their hum, the sound of their voices, as they lull you to sleep. Above, they guide you, Leading you to where you want to go and where you need to go and where you should go. Where saltwater turns sweet and tangy, And shivers clear the path for the new. Yellow is there, warm, Shining as pure as the heart. Look, there; Overhead, they, the stars, shine like stars, as stars do, Vibrant and echoing through the night, Embracing a light devotion. Yet, they never dampen Or fade away; Unending as the spirit.

I am from the pile of crumpled pieces of paper on the floor, from Kraft, moving trucks and slamming doors. I am from that one place, then another, then back. I am from clover and chains, the meters of wilted sweet in the sun. I am from tacos at least once a week, from Michelle and Corey and Gaston and Douglas. I am his "burrito", his girl, his one, where insult-based humor is the norm and words are never enough. I am from a place where I knew only of the backyard and my bed, from being dragged between home and home.  From "carrots will give you boobs" and "Papa's monkey, Nana's dolly, Momma's baby". I am the kind of person that places m