It’s a crazy week for CAStars. Take a break. Read this poem that was performed by Power2thePen’s Maria @ Arts Out Loud last month. Breathe.
Do not teach me
that I have been designed
for the sake of others.
We are growing up
the generation presented
with a facade of acceptance.
Stop teaching us to accommodate.
My shoulders should not distract a boy from his learning,
My legs are constellated with scars,
my first time riding a bike,
my third time falling out of a tree,
from when I was five years old and my rain boots were too big for me,
so I tripped over them in the driveway,
and skinned my knees.
They have been designed to hold me up,
to be inscribed with my memories,
not for others to look at.
Do not tell me my skin, my body, the only home I will ever know
is an inconvenience
has been forged for the viewing of others.
I am only recently
unlearning my habits of silence
Do not push me back in.
Do not permit my existence,
and give us the illusion of progress
We each have a right
to our bodies,
to our minds
Do not teach us to play safe
so your cities can remain standing
on fragile beginnings,
Do not fan your flame so ours grows weaker
Because I have galaxies growing inside of me
and no matter how many times we are taught to be planets
it is not in our nature.