Maybe I’m not strong enough,
To carry man’s weight. My back wasn’t made
For empty promises, lack of understanding.

You feel no attraction to me. Yet,
You yearn for me. You tell your father about
Everything I do. You break chains
For me.

Where are Stonewall’s bricks?
Thrown in windows, wooden
Doors.
Doors that mean nothing,
Because my heart is elsewhere.

Maybe God is not strong enough,
To carry man’s weight.
You use his name in vain,
To carry out your warfare on
A peaceful race.

The tearing of ligaments,
Like stems,
Fresh out of soil.
Heatwaves through a body
That has suffered only pain.

Through leisure I am compromised,
Like fruit I’m
Left to rot.
Muscles, tight and throbbing.
These wings are meant to be shed.