Be quiet
When I left with a gift of love
it was a sight.
Small and sad I saw high above
God's hard hand about to smite.
ā
That welt on your soft flesh,
your sweet tender back,
urging you back and saying,
"Be quiet."
ā
Be quiet
Be quiet
ā
You and I, we didn't ask.
We're locked here, labeled,
rotten tubs of muck,
lost out of luck.
ā
The welts like lightening
scarring our backs cutting deep,
stinging mild and weak,
as we're ground to fine dust.
ā
Be quiet
Be quiet
ā
You could have left too
you could
but you wouldn't.
You didn't see, you wouldn't see,
a sea of roaring rage
brewing inside you
and inside me.
ā
You saw it, like me
you saw it
the queer colors
that tree of endless
hollers.
ā
Be quiet
Be quiet
ā
Here in our queer den
we're born from sin
and we cannot die
for we are born dead.
ā
We don't have a choice
or a voice.
ā
We're tied by the neck.
ā
Rattlesnakes, scaly,
softly smiling,
curling quietly.
ā
Be quiet
Be quiet
ā
Lash me.
More, and more, more!
Cut me deeper
sculpt a maze on my skin
skin my body and soul
for I am not whole.
ā
My skin is a maze
of meaningless meadows
magenta and green.
ā
Our lives are lucky
misfortune and moldy
as we hide in our dens
secret and lonely.
ā
Be quiet
be very quiet.
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Posted Aug 17, 2019, 2:30 PM UTC
So what I got from this was being stuck in the closet because society disapproves. If Iām wrong Iām sorry lol. I think it portrays that idea really well with the comparisons to rotting away and be quiet be quiet. I think we need more poems like this that shed light on important things. Thank you for sharing! :)