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Is It Because I’m Blue?

why all this hate in you?
is it because i’m blue?

’cause i can guarantee,
blue i will always be.

my color reflects love,
no need to rise above.

my hue will never fade,
take on another shade.

i’m proud of my color,
don’t dream of another.

never will i deny,
nor will it make me cry.

created by the lord,
use his strength as my sword,

to kill your ignorance,
and prove my importance.

During This Aquamarine Twilight Poem (photo: Todd Desantis)

During This Aquamarine Twilight

that i went to sleep smiling
the night that we met.

that my feelings
and my fears
made me push you away.

that i hate to see you
with somebody else.

that i love my freedom
more than myself
though i’m not sure to what end.

what if that very freedom
is what led me to you?

what if the winds of the angry atlantic
helped my sails find your tranquil harbor
on the night that we met
not because i was lost
but because i had finally been found?

what if you’re what i’ve been looking for
but have been too stubborn to see?

is there any possibility
of a you and me
if i drop my anchor in your bay
during this aquamarine twilight?

could there be a we
to acquire, desire or aspire to be?

Inside the Prison of Your Perception

abusing and bullying
the figure i see
in the reflection
before me
has caused my true spirit
to retreat from
the image i share
with society.

by changing who i am
to please people
i’ve lost any sense
of what life could be
quietly carrying out
my sentence
inside the prison
of your perception.

guarded from
the honest misconceptions
and ugly projections
of others
with misplaced emotions,
i had accepted my confinement
into one dimension.

dealing with this
prison mentality
has taken its toll on me,
but by defeating
chronic negativity
in my search
for joy
and good company,
i will persevere
through new challenges
and paint you
a more accurate picture.

because i’m ready
to open my heart
and reveal to the world
the true version
of me
refusing to be
anything but me,
a person
you have yet to meet.

Teens Hurt, Express Rage

on a weeknight at a bookstore
in the city of miami,
spring semester, freshman year
of commuter college
as it came to be.

teens hurt, express rage
inflicting our planet’s pain
on those their own age.

from an anthropology project
i knew one of the girls who called
me disgusting for being
me, something that i wasn’t
yet used to hearing.

the one with the magenta hair led
the assault. femininity
and their disgust with me
they could not let be.

teens hurt, express rage
inflicting our planet’s pain
on those their own age.

black bean soup covered the windshield of
my jeep, another target for
their hate. Humiliated,
i sped off in tears while
they laughed and they jeered.

hosing down my dirty windshield in
the driveway of my parents house
i’d never felt so ashamed
of myself for being
gay before that day.

Legions of Little Lights

every morning
earth wakes up to your
motherly embrace.
the warmth we need to live,
what would life be
without your sustaining light?
massive, blinding, omnipotent.
so powerfully
and beautifully present,
all in a day’s work.

then it’s their turn.
their strength in numbers.
billions of years
worth of traveling
just for me tonight.
a sea of sparkles,
legions of little lights
to accessorize
and illuminate
the obscurity
of the night.

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