genders gauche gift

A picturesque pose for a painter

An abject object thought owned

A gender gentile and grateful

A sex sinful with sentiment

A mask mimiking remorse

A tribute trite and untrue

A lot lost to the lesser

A rebel reticent to remain.

wilted words

Why is it the art I like 

Not the art I write

I read away each day

And find the words I splay

Aren't flattering imitation

Or flat out derivative

I wish my words hit true

Instead meander they do

My style is less than clasic.

what youth knows

When we were young we knew things

Things the old us can't know

Not pinned down by past failure

Not aware of cumulative experience

Our young selves had spaces to fill

The adventure of not understanding

Belief that we're the exception to the rule

An eagerness to foolishly defy advice

A chance to not realize you may fail

You can't re-manufacture a first

Exerience sets asside the failed path

Chooses to focus on doing what works

Age is a blindness of its own

Ignorant to youthful possibilites.

give or take

If I am to be if service

I give it to my community

I give it to those who love me

I don't offer myself for free

I'm not here for you to take from

When you offer nothing in return

A relationship is made of two

While a theif can take from one

Survival requires corporate participation 

But my self is worth more than money

Not here to preform a free show

Approval isn't the wealth I seek.

#GlorifyingObesity

Fat is just a word

But it's taken as offense

Thin is just a word

But it's taken as a compliment 

My size is somehow valued

Appearance a rank of worth

When I'm accused of being fat

I'm supposed to be hurt

But what if I view my body

On my own terms and conditions

What if I can see my body positively

And reject your derision 

I ask you to give up your judgement

I live as an example of fat liberation

I show you how I found love for myself

On my journey of size acceptance 

You may call this glorifying obesity

And I may call you fatphobic

Now those words sit between us

We've both built this roadblock

I'm glorifying self acceptance 

I'm setting these clear boundaries

My journey rejects your judgement

You can't take away my self esteem.

life's bubble

Simple little life

May seem so small

Even a tad uninteresting

But you can't see inside

Ideas swimming in an ocean

World's blooming in my head

Endless wonder generated by myself

Consuming words, videos, spoken stories

Second hand experience is enough

Creating new landscapes within

The acreage of my life is tiny

But my mind is never hungry

My bubble is enough

Made for me

By me.

together there is we

I'm not going to shame you

For fitting in or standing out

Being quiet or being loud

You should be you

I suggest that you

Take care of yourself first

Understand we are different

Love yourself before me

I willfully take care of myself

I see my worth independantly

But hope for a loving companion

So that together there is a we.