Never Less Than
A poem
Why am I seen as less than you,
just because I curl up with a woman at night?
Together we dream of a place
where we aren’t judged for holding hands.
Are we not in 2024?
Sometimes I forget what day it is,
but now I don’t even know what year we’re really in.
Everyday humanity regress another decade,
flinging us back into a closeted past
of unfulfilled expectation and heartbroken reality.
You ask me why I won’t shake hands
with those who oppress me
but would you ask a mouse why they don’t nest with a snake?
Why must I sculpt myself into who they want
when they’ve shoved themselves in tiny boxes they refuse to peer outside of?
Love is too complex to paint in only one perspective,
and no art museum can hold the depths of my passion.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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True equity scares those in power
The final line just solidifies the poem even more so. Sometimes I wonder if society could even handle true equality...