I am LGBTQ

I will always be a whisper in the wind
A passing shadow
A time that you will never forget
Space between two walls
A memory that you will never chase but will follow you
until the end of time

I am like a light that seeps through the floors and cracks the wood to be seen
I am a yet a whisper of a loud voice
The echoes that you remember that will seek you out

I am exposed and imposed

I am savagely picked apart through time

I sleep with your brothers your sister’s your wives your husbands
kept in secret for fear to be revealed

I am ostracized criticized an abomination
A fag, queer, sissy, lesbian, gay, transgender, bisexual
poof, poofter, drag queen – I am out of breath

I am meant to understand your way, your meanings your religion
yet
I am not your You

I shine
I am strength reclaimed and unclaimed by disease
I am kept alive, and death returns my favor to be remembered by peers

I am the struggle

I am measured as a hero

I fly below ground, but above ground, I have risen

I will STAY

I am the colors of the rainbow weathered by every storm
I return born of who I am
I can be nothing less than you may wish

I am married, divorced, separated, single.

I cross lines for I cannot be established as sectional
I am solitaire and camp

I am numbers growing, continuing to spread
count on me to be unstoppable in your
present past and future

I am Fifty and Beyond, Surpassed and off into the Distance

I am LGBTQ
And I AM

James Pearson 6.19.19

When Guns Fall Silent

The guns fall silent across the east coast or is it the west coast

Perhaps all over the world I know not and it still baffles the beings the thoughts of oppression of an overactive finger, brain, unjust and just society

Still crowded with why, when, where, and how many?

causing tears for fears and feeling like deer lost in headlights.

answers discovered not in plain sight but easily found on any website

locked and loaded the guns spray fast big ones, little ones, machine and army issued

What will become of the families the society driven by hunger, unrest and dutiful thoughts of fantasy and pleasure

Human rights versus the Bill of Rights questioned changes possible but not trampled on -Again – the who, why, where, when and now wherefore art thou protectors of all that is good and kind

The days become lost and weeks turn into months life continues outside the guns once at rest begin again but the story continues from the east coast to the west to countries outside our reach again it is felt another round of bullets til the guns fall silent once more.

When, where, how and why you ask, may they remain silent forever.

 

James Pearson 3.22.19