staring through windowpanes at falling rain
the fog around my feet is cold and calculating and
daring me to make a move

Today is about thank God it’s not yesterday, because at least I could
Leave all my problems there and now I have today-
Today is Friday, thank God.
Friday is about thank God tomorrow is coming, because
I’m not ready to face yesterday- or today, if it comes down to it.  
Today is school. Today is work.
School is about getting good scores. Scores are about money.
Money is about giving or taking. Transitively,
School is about giving or taking, giving you letters and taking your money.
Work is about money.
Work is about not today, not tomorrow, but these specific hours when you’re in limbo
And nothing exists. Work is about nothing.
Work is about making hours, not letters. Making quotas,
Making quantifiable dollar signs, so thank God it’s Friday.
Thank God it’s Friday because I am tired of the numbers and the letters.
I am about sitting and blocking out the numbers and the letters, because
The numbers and the letters are about loud, jealous, and dead.
I am not dead, thank God, and today is Friday.
Friday is about let’s forget about today, yesterday, and tomorrow, if it comes down to it.
I am about let’s not speak a work but that thank God it is right now, because

Right now is about Friday.

Maybe she was born.
Maybe.
Sometimes she doesn't know.
Because to be born,
you must first be alive.
And she isn't so sure
Anymore.

She was born into a land
of gold and riches and fame.
Into a world where she is
Just another soul.
1/6.8 BILLION

So who gives a ****?

But then they wrapped like
a blanket, tight-knit
over her.
Warm, thick,
she didn't deserve the comfort they
Provide.

So she became
1/5.
Because there are four other people on this
Miserable
Planet who love her
with a  love simply not
based on conditions or
destination.
A love based simply
on existence.

So the four watched her grow
from infant to toddler.
And then four grew to
five.
And the love didn't change.

Milestone by simple
Milestone
they watched her grow,
Removing the blanket
bit by bit,
Until one day,
it was
gone.

Away into the future in days we don’t know
Lived a girl with her dear mother’s wife
And abandoned traditions of decades ago
Made no impact on their joinéd life

The profane was normal and it was expected
That gender give no weight to love
And long dead protesters long since had defected
Though they lose peace long sought from above

But this girl was among those chagrined by their fate
Doomed to carouse in shades of grey
For no matter the forward evolution’ry prate
This upon her good conscience would weigh:

She cared not for caresses of sexes together
But feigned the feeling for fear of misuse
Resignéd to normalcy’s smothering tether
For her one-sided view was to others obtuse

They did not comprehend that her dead eyes did gaze
Upon silhouette man for whom her slow heart beat
And sat quietly she for a number of days
With contemplative question, enamor discreet

‘Till her lips formed the answer with truth late in coming
With sentences all but forbidden
Breaking the chains of society’s numbing
Sympathies quoted unhinged, unhidden

A love once forbidden by color of skin
A love once forsaken for money or pleasure
No more to be bound by the horror of sin
She opened to her mouth to declare without measure:

Affection is lessened by norm that encumbers
To love someone mirroring their ways with thine
It may disgrace you that I do not count in your numbers
I’m in love with a differing gender from mine

And lo that day not a jest was utter’d
To the maiden now soaring with spirit unshuttered.

I am in love today.
But it is a quiet love.

Insert tasteless **** joke here*
I stand still listening to the clicking trigger of your words
As the bullet shooting from your mouth hits a still new wound
And even though this all past just over a year ago
Every time my battle scars from this ongoing war start to heal
A new obstacle must be conquered, and new wounds form
What you did to me was repeated
not once
not twice
Four more times
****
******
and Child *******
All used to just be words
Officers
Judges
And district attorneys
Were once all just people
Your **** joke may be funny to you
But think of the people who really lived through it
The *** end of your **** joke
The boys and girls standing
Hiding behind the façade of petty laughter