Loving you is a political act
A radical act of revolutionary love,
Loving you in the morning, in the middle of the night,
Loving you in a time of war,
Loving you: your spirit, your skin, your depths,
In a historical warfare where we are not meant to be wanted,
But gunned down in the streets,
Detained, criminalized, displaced.
My tongue, which is supposed to remain silent
Turns into poetry at the contact of your lips,
My accented language turns into lullabies of love
Asking your body to rest, your soul to rise,
Your spirit to become one with mine,
As we shield each other from this world of ****
And whiteheteropatriarchalcitizenist normativity
That we love to interrupt as we breathe
Against each other’s flesh.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
Loving you is a political act
A radical act of revolutionary love,
Loving you in the morning, in the middle of the night,
Loving you in a time of war,
Loving you: your spirit, your skin, your depths,
In a historical warfare where we are not meant to be wanted,
But gunned down in the streets,
Detained, criminalized, displaced.
My tongue, which is supposed to remain silent
Turns into poetry at the contact of your lips,
My accented language turns into lullabies of love
Asking your body to rest, your soul to rise,
Your spirit to become one with mine,
As we shield each other from this world of ****
And whiteheteropatriarchalcitizenist normativity
That we love to interrupt as we breathe
Against each other’s flesh.
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