So...I wrote a whole other poem and maybe I will make that one into a post like I had planned and link it tomorrow. But, after a day, and reading Danii's poem in the comments, I wrote a whole other poem. It might not be good. But it sure was cathartic. Thank you to anyone who reads it.
The Weight of It
The way that everyone wants to be inclusive
As long as it is not inconvenient;
The way that people stop and stare
When he gets too close or echoes too loudly.
The way that we may never just get to go
To the symphony and call it a win.
The way that sometimes I wonder If a physical deformity might make it easier—
Mark us, undeniably, as "other"—
Until I remember that people are who they are.
The way that I can’t ever seem to stop hoping
That people might rise.
The way that that woman made my sweet girl cry today.
The way her brain is precious too,
And it isn’t fair that she has to be the ‘easy’ one.
The way that I can feel a whole landscape
Of emotions within the span of an hour;
The way that sometimes I can’t even cry
Because that would take
More than I have to give.
