Your Poison
I raise my voice
And take it up
I raise my lips
Up to your cup
Filled with hemlock
I drink it up
Your poison
Just a palmful is enough
My ability is that I
Know how people are built
Inside their own heads
Fragile ecosystems
Thoughtful and sensitive
Full of the need to be
A feature not a bug
A feature not a bug
How many features did
I have to develop?
How many to stand here?
I constantly have had
To prove myself to myself
There is space for both
freedom and structure
In life we need both
Order in every chaos
Chaos in every order
This is the truth of the world
All things on a dialectical
Must float inside and
Outside of one another
We are our own antonyms
Because we live so strongly
In the hue of our own choosing
But what happens when
We stare at a picture too long?
Our eyes become tired
And we see a different and
Starkly opposite visage in our sight
Until such a time as we
Have rested and recovered
We see ourselves and are revulsed
By the constructs we see ourselves as
And what we expected ourselves to be
But often these constructed images are shadows
They see only the flaws and features
That we allow ourselves to see
They do not see the goodness
It is hard to acknowledge
The goodness of ourselves
When much of the time
What we are doing is in response
To the pain and trauma
We are trying to cause as
Little trauma as possible
and there are people out there
That are causing as
Much trauma as possible
As well
The point is to band together
To hold
To cast out those that will weaken
Our conviction to help and heal
But to lend them aid in
their times of need as well
Yet still they cast us down
And refuse to hold us up
We will cry but they will not let us
They will create a switch of the olive branch
Against those
That would speak ill of them or offer them impunity
I like cute waists and nice souls
And I confuse palmfuls of kindness
For poison
And I confuse palmfuls of hemlock
For love