If you think transformation is easy
Or that living on the margins of someone else’s
Idea of normalcy
Then I invite you into my body
Into this so-called holy place.
If you think you know the way the world works
In all its cruelty and splendor
Then I invite you to fix
What is wrong
If your hubris
Makes you believe that you know
What is right,
Then I invite you to speak to what is wrong
In this world
Who value life
And those who think that the value of some lives
Is dearer than others.
I want to ask you to fall on your knees
And beg those who put
Above slipping into the shoes
Of those who profoundly suffer
Because you make arbitrary rules
And call yourself King.
I want you to bow at the feet
Of women and children
And unlikely heroes
That speak the truth of suffering
Because they are the only connection to humanity you have.
I want you to live one day with a sensitive heart,
With a bleeding heart,
With a beautiful heart
That is trying to hold all the world’s suffering
So that you are not taken asunder
So that you are not diminished
And crushed by the weight of the suffering of others
That you blithely
Turn a blind eye to.
Suffering is human
But humans who suffer
At the hands of another person’s
Construction of them as evil
When all they are trying to do is get a foothold
A taste of what their bodies could and should
When they are truly theirs.
These are the humans who suffer the greatest injustice.
The deep cavern of uncaring.
The sting of thoughtless dismissal.
That tells them
They are worth nothing