Apr. 14, 2015

Shifting Heads n Voices

My heart sinks
when you say
we are not ready
to include you
We do not have the
caring currencies
I long await for replies
to my calls n emails
The sting of these
empty actions
and bitter words
pierce my heart
many times over
When I am included
information requests
are not honored
I am left to create
my own storylines
I get nervous pats
shifting heads
to other voices
brief smiles n exchanges
as if offered sweet candies
only to be yo yo'd back
I sometimes don't know
who is here even though
I receive finger spelled names
in the palm of my hands
I am not able to memorize
and connect them
with unfelt presences
pláticas passed over
desexualized and disposable
my fierce femme flame
reduced to access issues
I sit in the corner as
a weight not a warrior
left to mingle with
tactile ASL interpreters
I hunger for meaningful
and sustaining connections
I am just another body
filling up empty seats
I am just here

Instead I want
your shifting heads
and voices to
ACKNOWLEDGE
the space we share
honor AUTHENTICITY
MUTUAL EXCHANGE
of mad gifts of love
art and knowledge
I want us to
SHARE this CIRCLE
HOLD SACRED SPACE
for each other to
LISTEN, LEARN, LOVE
and do better
STARTING TODAY
you, me
TOGETHER
this is an
INTIMATE
PROCESS
A POSSIBILITY
for a LASTING
CONNECTION

© Rossana Reis, 2015