Selfish of me to want solitary time in the comfort of my own thoughts.
To hear none but the sound of nature I have not heard nor seen in a while.
To feel the warmth on pillows from my own skin with the cold breeze of alone.
Selfish of me to want.
I want freedom from the uneasy and chaotic.
i want to meet peace and share my confusions,
not to ruin its nirvana
but to ask for some.
Selfish of you to judge my selfishness.
For very long I’ve clung to indifference
Falling in love so deeply yet looking forward to an unwanted end
Saying I love myself
and though I do
It’s hard to accept that everyday I look for love
that doesn’t come from me
that comes from someone
I never want to think an ending of
Born in a world of stereotypes
The worst was not fitting in
It was harder for me to choose which hole to start walking in
Because I thought I had to
Then one day
I said fuck it
I won’t let people of centuries back dictate
Who I think I should be
I won’t let fear of what others think dictate
Who I can become
I want my children’s children to know love
Love that is more than what my world tells me
Love found in the mysteries of what is inside
Love grown the discoveries you see
in his center,
in her core.
I want your children’s children to know
That mainstream should not always be as bad
That underground deserves attention
That you and I are not all the same
But we are not that different either
That we may praise on different days
In different forms
But we come from one God
Who some of us believe in and some does not
but we are capable of love
And that’s all the God we need
This love is for us all
To us who thought our identities are classified
Boxed into groups of how much money we earn
or of our last names
Caged into what color our skin is, good hair, bad hair
Placed inside circles of “x can’t love x, only y” and don’t ask why
Grown from those who saw the same
Trapped in the travesty of how we look like
Shapes and sizes which society prefers for us are always the ones we are not
We are another generation of fruits whose sweetness are in disregard
Fruits torn apart but all that’s seen are the roots
Others cut and open up but all that’s noticed are the spots of
Not good enough and not good at all
Blinded with what is said is the truth
They cannot see the center of our souls, our seeds
But these seeds will bear fruits with more seeds in them
And we are their hope
We are our own hope
For the world to see
That beautiful is here and now
That beautiful is your imperfection and mine
That perfect is you loving you
And I loving I
In the majestic simplicity and complexity of our existence.
Here is to us all
The hope of our heroes
Future role models to the future role models
Bearing the seeds who has the chance and the choice to end our wars,
As if we didn’t.