06/29/13
home is that place on her tongue she doesn’t even know it’s there she doesn’t know i call it home home is that place below my last rib where Christianity got it wrong & said i sprang i birthed myself home home is dinétah red & brown like me soft & rough like me can kill you if you lose your way i didn’t tell you that? it’s true don’t quote me on that quote her quote the desert home is when i soften & my leobabe smiles it’s when i find myself tickling their child body with my feet they know how to coax me out of my everyday struggle & hustle to keep us alive & fed it’s in their hand that fits in mine that’s home, too home is what it felt the first time i heard “it’s because you’re queer & brown that you can see everything you do it’s because you’re queer & brown that you can carry everything the way you do you know what you know because you’re queer & brown” home felt like bursting like turning every lie inside out & tasted like all the salt of all the tears i never knew how to cry Comments are closed.
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