poem i wrote

tug-of-war

the pain i feel in my gut

is only present to remind me

of a history i cannot

change, escape or ignore

it is that one sign

that's left over

screaming in my face

and whispering in my ears

biology, biology, biology

it begs me not to forget

but to embrace

the unimaginable path

i've been led down

and the path i've chosen

i as well beg my body

to submit to the

changes of the current

to meet in middle ground

and reveal an accurate rhythm

between past, present and future

as if the three are armored warriors

battling for righteousness

battling to be visible, to be audible

battling for the sheer sake of battling -

the adrenaline, the destruction and the glory

this is a constant battle

and it is the same battle

fought perpetually

within my mind

within these veins

and within this spirit

a battle which calls into question

the union of history and what is to come

of two unmatched lives

and two unmatched people

somehow fusing

to create one entire and whole being

breathing and being now