I was raised to fill the space of my mothers need — not beyond
But I breathe the expanse of sky and the starry night is my voice.
I was raised to be straight as a pin and to feel shame in the
growing heat of want
But I am curved and soft, in love with the woman who knows herself
and the man who laughs with eyes light as sunshine
I was sown into fear and a knowledge of good and evil clear as any blade
Yet I am bold in my companionship with empathy. Nothing is so sharp as to
cut a clean line through my desire to understand.
I was born without a surface to set my identity
But I house many accomplishments and goals,
each year a new shelf to set my growth upon
And admire it
In every press of desire, I felt hers tickle at the edges, mixing shame and fear
But my skin is mine and my desire is my own. I am not and was never hers.
I was raised to love Jesus with everything I had
Without doubt or question
But I cut to the quick of any matter
And will not yield my devotion so easily or thoughtlessly
You are sweet, kind, and submissive, they said.
You will marry quickly. You will never know yourself..
But I am courageous, and my kindness ends at the crossroad of my integrity.
I will leave. I will carve new paths. I will forge my own compass and
Will not relent. I know where I am going and who I am.
You wanted me to accept your apology and excuse every wrong
But I will release your hand and detach
from you in peace.
I owe nothing.