Rainbows

I was always a he
Before I was a she
Shaved head
Baggy pants
Fire in chest
So full of Knowing
No imagination could
Have put it there


And I don’t under stand it
But I do stand inside it
As every minute
My body tries to
Remind me of
This truth about itself


Sometimes
It’s a whisper
Sometimes
A scream
Sometimes
It’s a pain
So fucking bad
It could destroy you


Sometimes
It’s holding onto
An image of my
Eighty year old self
Even when so much
Of me can’t imagine
Ever getting there


They say
That healing in the present
Travels seven generations back
And seven generations forward
I like that :)


So sometimes
I can hear it singing
To that child
Who couldn’t bear
To see themselves
In the mirror
About a time
Not so long from now
When everyone
Is loved
For throwing
their masks
In the fire


And society shrieks
And my mind fills
With Fears
And the quiet hum
Of Not Understanding
And furrowed brows
Stirs the distant Knowing
That once breathed
Feeling through
My three year old chest


That to live
Means to
Listen to who
We knew we were
Before the ideas
Of who we couldn’t be
Were planted
Deep inside us


To strap rainbows
To our chests and
Walk out into the
Moonlit night
Knowing we
Are and
Always will be
Magnificent


I was always a he
Before I was a she
And I was always
Just me
Before all of that