Two Arms and A Few Legs
I have two arms
And a few legs
A torso, sure
And a head
And a few organs, I'm told
Maybe some teeth and some bones
I look at you
And you do too
You look like me,
a body with a soul
A fire encased
In a vessel
But you look at me
Like I am different from you
Do I not have my arms?
No.
I checked, they're still here.
Is my soul intact?
I should hope so.
Then why do you look at me like that?
Maybe it's my hair
Cut too short for a woman
Or my sharp face
That was just a few months ago
Soft with the cut of femininity
Maybe you are listening to my voice
It's deeper octave might've startled you
But aren't I the same?
My clothes are the same.
I still wear all my jeans and my shirts.
My eyes are the same.
The same blue water
Against a caramel sky
My heart is the same
It beats the same rhythm
It flows the same way
So maybe it's you.
Have you changed?
Or have you always been this way.
Have you always looked at me this way?
Or looked at everyone this way?
I hope not.
Because that might mean there are more of you
More of this fear of the foreign
The fear of the uniqueness
Of life
Beause I want to live in a world
Where I am the same as you
But I am different from you
And that will be celebrated
Not scorned.
I want to live in a world
Where I am celebrated
Not scorned.