LA-DCA-2016-LGBT-Calendar-and-Cultural-Guide
LA-DCA-2016-LGBT-Calendar-and-Cultural-Guide
LA-DCA-2016-LGBT-Calendar-and-Cultural-Guide
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Gay<br />
By Aunt Iya Amethyst Samsara<br />
there it is…<br />
that ton of feathers lightning strike boldness incomparable<br />
lending illumined autonomy to self-designated indigo spring night sky<br />
hurricane force lavender scented breath blows sweet, paradoxically tender<br />
you armor my exposure<br />
like exponentially h<strong>and</strong>ed down, moth eaten 1939, Salvation Army wool overcoat<br />
cover street dweller sins in winter <strong>and</strong> keep warm against critical wind of opinion<br />
truth thrown over puddles keep my path without judgement <strong>and</strong> you are my hero<br />
there it is…<br />
I am many people, with multiple imagination, spanning DNA all designed to<br />
culminate in me<br />
& all that I am, all that you are, all that we see, all that we endeavor, all that we endure.<br />
we are the art of living. unfamiliar. original. genuine. we have no set examples.<br />
no legacy h<strong>and</strong>ed down, no gr<strong>and</strong>father to imitate, no gr<strong>and</strong>mother to imitateangels<br />
show us which way to go, walk us through this, don’t leave us alonewe’re<br />
trying & hoping… but we’re not sure<br />
& yes angels dance around our heads & drop feathers at our feet<br />
set solid brick confidence in front of us, <strong>and</strong> lay out the plans of mice, kings, & prophets<br />
on magic carpet air for our barefoot rising mornings<br />
move us through days as if every step through portals misted with<br />
the scent of power <strong>and</strong> good, <strong>and</strong> substantial fleshed up solid love.<br />
& what they think has nothing to do with my inhaling holy & exhaling healing<br />
I am, I am<br />
there it is…<br />
this air was made for me too<br />
come be with me in air of new sunrise<br />
Tibetan monk bowing to eastern sky<br />
be with me in full moon stirrings i need your h<strong>and</strong> against mine dancing<br />
stay with me in angry rain<br />
i will sing shelter from noise<br />
fold neatly operettas blues & ballads for breast pocket<br />
of white starched <strong>and</strong> ironed cotton shirt<br />
sleeves rolled-up three quarters to nine… for my coming out party<br />
there it is…<br />
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