pain and joy.

to love you is to intimately know pain and joy all at once.
to be friends with joy and marry it.
to be deadly attracted to pain. to have it as my secret lover.

 

walk freely.

to walk freely is a privilege.
bare of any insecurities.
of any fears.
introduced only to our infant selves.
but the world unfairly.
tattooed invisible labels on our foreheads.
black. white. brown.
slut. whore. bitch.
but we do not settle for these labels.
for our words. our actions.
ring louder than any of these labels.
yet we are silenced.
for some of us.
you know yourselves.
the one per cent.
cannot fathom the fact.
that our beautiful, sexy big lips.
speak only words of truth.
that our desirable tanned skin.
doesn’t bare scars of pain and injustice.
but scars of bravery and love.
that our God given lovely thick hips.
sway as they carry us on a march.
a march towards peace.
a kind of peace you will never come to know.
peace of mind. peace of heart.
so walk freely as you may.
and walk freely beside us.
for beneath all these labels.
we are brothers and sisters.