they told me that i was a girl
for i was wearing mascara and blush

they told me that i was a boy
for i was playing with trucks

they badgered me about my gender
they asked me where I fit in

i told them with wisdom that it was none of their business
my gender is not my identity
my gender is not who i am

they demanded to know what i am
i am a truck-loving, makeup-wearing human

Mom , in a world full of dismay , the only thing you can do is hold strength in yourself . Be as it ,you are a saint and I thank you for every service you have done for me as a human .the teachings you have gave me to love the world as it is and only hope for a ending better then the beginning . Many people fall short of gods eyes , but yet not forgotten . Even in the most disturbing of times . It'll only gets worse , I know that . But yet to live a life believing things are for the best . Well yea, for the best they shall get according to the woke humans .  Many are slaves to the unknown demon that is constantly nagging their neck . But yet we let these figures of physicality become the waking moments of our own reality . I'm over stressing , I'm over believing in a god that is misinterpreted into many forms . Really only you can open the door way to heaven . Self worth is humility , humility is self giving . To who you truly should be in this world of dismay . Only believe in yourself.

Music is written beneath my bones
Without its sound I feel alone
I feel it seeping down to my toes

I’ll be the moon, you’ll be the stars
Let sleep fall upon us in rusted cars  
By and by, our souls light up the dark

Everything is connected, even just by the skin of our teeth  
Colorful and heretic, luminous beings are we

Tear at my flesh

you still can never

reach my soul

Daring and Willfull

trying to get in

despite the pain

Knuckles bruised

not once giving up

wanting to reach there

For you see

you can't hurt me

I'm blessed in this flesh

Reincarnation
built this fence
around me

Sadly you will lose
as , I stand here
looking into your hell
Seeing what once was a human
now all , I see is

the sad sad
weaker of you

I live in spite of you

and you will never

reach what's

mine

my soul is human

© Jennifer L Delong 🦏1/22/2018

Ignore working on essence
The two things make sense
For your useless presence
Will be make-up and pretense

The Elite
Dear Sirs
I’ll only have a minute of your time
Please kindly pay attention
I know we both have the right
To vote
To breathe
To walk in the streets freely
To wear whatever we like
To buy coffee from the cafes
To watch ****
To talk with friends
To call mom, or whatever
Fine
Don’t get me wrong
I don’t give a **** about your fancy toys
I don’t mind all that being yours
Your Ferrari,
Your house, nothing short of a palace
Your other possessions for that matter
But
Yes, there is a but!
But
We don’t have an equal say on any critical subject
We are not presented equal opportunities
We are not getting an equal education
And more importantly
We are not equally safe
Now!
Please kindly answer me this
That’s not quite equal
Is it?
You wouldn’t call that equality
Would you?

What are we,
if not stardust
and bone?

What are we,
if not the strength
that flows through us?

What are we,
if not breath and
blood and spirit?

What are we,
if not feral,
wild, and free?

What are we,
if not human?