I wish you could know him
He’s everything you wanted
He dances with no music
And laughs at my jokes
And I would bring him home
Beneath the big Live Oak
There’s something so sick
About how I finally fit in
How you think you won
How you saved me from sin
“That’s not how this works”
I wish I could scream
But that’s not Southern charm
That’s not peaches and cream
So instead I battle with myself to be pristine
Debating what it means to be seen
Is it possible the land of my birth could change?
Can I assume anything stayed the same?
Imagining sandbars shimmering; seagull echoes
Restless feet in water with curious skates nibbling toes
I hunger for home and slowly die of starvation
But the wound is deeper than my severe deprivation
Yet, how grateful I am to have chosen family
Voices of the Richmond vortex’s gravity
Perhaps one day I will return
With so many stories we have yet to learn
