My Heart Is A Protest That I

I Was Never Meant To Be This Thing.

You, Me, This City, This Country, We Will Always Have A Choice.when You Stand Up To Be Counted, Tell The World, This Is My Voice. There Are Many Like It, But This One Is Mine.

We're All Shipwrecked On This Idea That Everything Has To Be Explained.

I Sit Before Flowers 
hoping They Will Train Me In The Art 
of Opening Up

But We Are More Than Genteel Or Civilized/ We Are An Idea In The Process Of Being Realized.