I grew up believing
America was top tier
I thanked my lucky stars
to be brought up here

What was I saw as free
was just an illusion
Bigotry floods the streets
my heart sunk in confusion

I long for those younger days
while I wish I were Swiss
for I know now
ignorance is bliss

sweet-tea lover,
what a delicate touch
your lips brush against my spine

kiss me, darling
pull me close to you,
sweeten me with your sugar

We’re not in the closet because we want to be
We were pushed inside
They threw out the key
Found a way out
And still not free

Life
Is
Like
An
Acrostic
Poem

Sometimes
It
Doesn’t
Make
Sense

I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold

over secrets spilled and memories told
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old

behind your eyes
I found new worlds
A winding road stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at the end of the isle

Sweet pastries filled the mouths
of those who sat beside us
and stayed for a while.

How the hours went by,
people just passing through
The descending sun ending
a forever with you.