tell me, my beloved
how it feels when I take you in my arms
and feel the skin that housed
a thousand heartbreaks
a million bruises made
by fists of a cruel world
tell me how it feels when I trace your scars
and tell you stories about how they taught you
resilience and how to walk away from trauma
tell me how it feels to
walk away from the gaze of eyes intent on judgement
and never feel shame.
tell me how I can love you better
tell me how I can defend you
from the cages of laws that force you
to trap yourself in ideas and clothes that don't fit
and that leave marks from what they call progress.
tell me how to teach your feet
to warm these cold streets
and set fire to warm yourself
in such beautiful acts of resistance.