Ja'Taun

17

Let's put a pin in this piece of literature and call this poem a dedication. Let's dedicate it to boys and girls, to girls that hate being girls. To boys that wanna be beautiful. Lets call this a dedication. To the queers that say weird has many shades, just look to the sky after the storm passes. Lets call this a dedication, to the transgender child that try slit their wrist hoping that it would cut them free. That struggles to breathe because their voices are gone and they can't yell for salvation. Lets call this a serenade to the hearts that break into tombstones after the strings are no longer playing symphonies. After giving up love and never giving in on yourself. Lets call this an obituary. For those that don't make it to the promise land alive. To the millions who bones and blood make the grounds fertile and sea wider. Let dedicate this to the slaves of societies norms. That find their pulses becoming suicide bombs with every deep inhale. To those who find curses chanting are as simply as the "I love you" we hear so often.Lets call this a white flag to the breaking point of hope. When broken vows start to leave scars and your tears become dust. Let this be a dedication to the ones still breathing and still having the ability to move through life with hands in the air still grasping for what's left of light in this world. This is a dedication, to the girls and boys that have no intent to be another label in an unorganized existence.