Do you know those
Little music boxes
Where the ballerina
Starts spinning as
Soon as the music is played?

That’s how I would describe
My childhood
Dancing to someone else’s
Tune
While completely
Mute

Why are humans
Divided in race, ethnicity,
****** orientation, or gender?

Why can't we be united
In our brokenness?
Every single one of us is broken
Not in the same way or from
But still broken

This quality should unite us,
But why does this
Always draw a wedge
Between us

Why do I need to be shackled
To man’s identity?
Is that all I’m created for:
To get married and live in
Someone else’s shadow?

The peace You provide me
Is not comparable to
Anything this world provides

I remember praying a long time ago
For a place of belonging
And A clan
I could call my own

Words are not enough
To describe the emotions
Stirring in my heart
As I see the prayer being
Answered

I didn’t want to let it go
To be honest
I wanted it to work

But banging on a closed door
Only put splinters  
In my hands

It's starting to wear off;
The excitement and yearning
It's more of a residual
Longing for those feelings

As time progresses
It will be an afterthought
Of emotions I had
Once upon a time