Snow flurries
Greet me
As I look out
My apartment window
This morning.
Where
I find myself
Growing ever tired
Of this constant battle
That I call
My life.
Having faced
More than four decades
Of banging my head
Against systemic
And societal discrimination.
At what point
Can I stop
And rest my soul?
Just once
I would love
To have my burden
Carried by
Someone else.
Thus
Be able
To understand
What it means
To walk
In my footsteps.
Even if
Only for
A few seconds.
Am so tired
Of well meaning people
Telling me:
"It'll get better".
Wanting to puke
Upon their dress shoes
And fancy clothes.
Who have
Never endured abuse
Or discrimination
On a systemic basis.
To the point
Life
Becomes meaningless
Beyond death.
What is normal
For you
Is my wildest dreams
Come true.
Therisa © 2016
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