Watch the bridges
Crawl and curl
Under…over
Forcibly black and white
Letters hidden within the cracks
Of cold, grey stones
That never melt
Now watch her hands
Buried, searching
Where’s her label?
Throats swell with fear
No not that one…please
If she could just find the right letters
Under this umbrella
Swallowing, hungry
While they avoid cool eyes
Seas of silence
I can’t just be one word
But they say…
She can’t love her
He can’t release her
She can’t be him
He can’t touch him
So you have to be
Rivers that dance deep
With tiny squares of society’s box
So slip inside with everyone else
For acceptance that will never come
No doors, no windows
You can never fit whole
I dare you to find a way out
Because there isn’t one
You see
She can’t run too fast
Without falling over the bridges
That flow
Just like she should...
Just like we should
Art piece by Gelila Lulseged
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