They’ll let me live
When there are no longer words for me.
They’ll let me exist
While there are still terms to divide me.
And what will happen when the world let us be?
I’ll kiss your brow and touch your cheek and balance your head so precariously.
And what will happen when they don’t judge me?
Let us be. Let us be.
I’ll hold up the sky and fail to breathe and the world will awake simultaneously.
And until that day, I have no plead.
And I’ll kiss the floor.
And they’ll kick my knees.
And the world will laugh itself hoarse at me.