she saw them
i saw them
at the same time
he and he walking
side by side
hands brushed
accident turned to design
fingers touched fingers
two became one
her stare became hard
her mouth set
she spat at them
she saw me see her
she pointed at them
face wrinkled with disgust
she included me in her glance
assumed that I would
be an ally to hate
i whispered to joe
his hand moved and rested
lovingly on my shoulder
sometimes
it matters
that you declare
who
you
are
where
you
stand
what
you
believe
the men having felt
the sting of her stare
the force of her hate
saw joes touch
felt our solidarity
knew they were not alone
sometimes
it matters
that you decide
enough
is
enough
Beautiful and so true. Sharing!
ReplyDeleteThis brought tears to my eyes. It is so true that sometimes it is important to declare, to be known. For her, for them and for you.
ReplyDeleteSomeone recently tried to recruit me to their hatred as well. I was walking into a small strip mall, and a man was walking in at the same time as I was. At the same time, a very flamboyant Trans person was walking through the parking lot. The man said to me "What the hell is that?" I said "That is someone who is very brave". He continued to natter on about it, but I just kept walking. I wanted to lay into him, but I thought I would cry if I had to say anything else.
ReplyDeleteLast night I was in Walmart, and two young men were walking hand in hand for all the world to see. Things are changing, slowly but surely. We who witness hatred have to show our disdain for it. By being quiet, we allow people to think we agree with them.
I live in a small city (Belleville ON) so seeing people who are "different" is a rare thing. Getting less rare though :)
good words, dave.
ReplyDeletebravo.
Yeah,beautiful and touching.
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely words, lovely sentiment. Without words, you conveyed hope and strength.
ReplyDeleteWell done.
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteSimple but powerful .
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