Where have they been
What have they done
His hands...
I trace each bulging vein with my fingers
Looking up at him
His grin so sly and full of stories...
I miss those hands
I miss your stories...

I fell without boundaries
I fell without looking at my surroundings
I didn't pause
I didn't stop
I didn't check my feelings
I didn't voice where needed
I should of slowed down
I should of been sound
I should of spoke up
I should of thrown out a
Safety net to catch
My fall..

It's not okay to grab my pony tail
As if putting my hair up was permission
For you to pull it...

It's not okay for you to slap my *** like I am one of the "boys" because I am a gay women "bro'n" out...

It's not okay you take any of my body language as a suggestion to touch...

It's not okay because I am comfortable with my body and sexuality you think I am a ****-*****-oversexual- hypersexual-

Its okay to say it's not okay.....

He is a sculpture split in two
He whom is known
A Mind shaped with historical intellect bound by faith
A Face made of concrete polished with grace
A Mouth that breaths callous yet sings warm passion
A heart that showers a love so sound..
The strength of the sculpture begins to crack
A mind full of memories-knowledge-life’s connections emit out
In his eyes an anguish of fear and confusion speak volumes
For now his words are lost
In the jungle of synapse
To he who is unknown...

He sees the world in shimmer
Shiny gems throw them on some faux fur
Throw them on some wedges
It makes him smirk with excitement

He sees the world as love
Look mom see those two women kiss
They love each other
It makes him giggle without judgement

He sees the worlds crucial societal norms
They will make fun of me if I wear makeup
They will think I am a girl if I wear my wedges
They will not see me just Mason a boy who likes style -

Holding her restless beautifully curved canvas 

Against the cold shower wall

She slowly runs her delicately traveled fingers through her hair

Stopping in thought resting her hand that wants to save the world on her head

Her eyelids close

Hiding the depth of what 

Her eyes behold