to the silent

I hear you.

did you only want me in your life when i was broken?

did you only need a friend
when you felt like you were performing an act of charity?

did i not do the right thing?
did i jump out of the box?
did i love outside the clique?

apparently, you will never understand
and you will never reach out
to anyone

note to self:
befriend the meek
the meek need.

so, yeah.
I hear you.

everyone needs friends
and everyone hopes
that everyone has
friends
but no one reaches out
to someone they "don't like"
because they see the negative
in themselves
reflected back


so, goodbye all of you "friends"
that never call
and never write
and never stop by
and never wonder
just what
is going on
and never accept
that not everyone
lives they way you think they should.

if you ever call
or you ever write
or you ever stop by
i will graciously accept you
but you will accept me
and my life
and my love
or
you will not.

never hip enough for the hip
never straight enough for the straight
never anything enough for the anything
we are here
in this empty place
a clearing created by fear
the untouchable place
where noone dare tread
for fear they be branded
as having "changed."


"but they wouldn't dig this town..."

try not to think about it, Alice Childress.