The lonely stoner
All alone-r
Catapulting on this spinning center
Half Janelle / half Jidenna
I could never remember
The meaning of “gone til November”
Until I remember…seeking refuge & being a fugee
Seeking home away from home to feel like home
To feel like love to feel like beauty
To feel that breeze
To feel that comfort of being me
Comfort in my skin
Comfort from my kin
& not strange stares from strangers
Who see my authentic life and scream “danger”
On the hunt for dykes, trans bois and bears-they all become park rangers
And me…visibility in community is endangered
A species of human.
I make my movements
As intentional as can be
20 year road to freedom…I’m hoping this will be
Home, for me.
The lonely boi, loved and lonely
Day and Night
I search for the meaning of me
Until I acknowledge that I’m meant to be
Regardless of radical Christianity
Telling me. I am not
That I should be invisible. Unheard
Or that I don’t deserve:
Home.
A family
To piss, a pot.
I prefer a wok
8th House Scorpion feelin like Papa Doc
A hibiscus growing between an 8 mile rock-
And a hard place. The States
They don’t make it easy on a nigga.
Being black or being gay
I’m Serving the world a fucking double entree