--
I am made
so terrifyingly real
and carnal
by what you wish
to transcend.
What you say
burdens you I wear
like flesh, like
skin, like
it colors it. It stains
and tints
all that I am
like blood. It courses
through me like
ancestry, it is
my legacy, my being,
my past,
my present,
my future,
me.
I am not heavy,
or ugly,
or scary,
or impossible,
or difficult. The world
its conditions,
its inability to see
or hear
or hold me,
you,
yes,
you are,
but I,
we,
are glory.