To me it is like a foreign land.
A place where I am an outsider,
where I am looked down upon
because I am not like you
and you are not like me.
To me it is the open sea.
Full of deep and dark horrors
that lurk beneath a shining
cover, used to deflect any forms
of fear.
To me it is like a cage.
Designed to keep me locked,
because I am a monster that
does not deserve to roam
free in their eyes.
To me it is like death.
People wield daggers with
their eyes and light fires with
their tongues, burning away my
life because I am not like them.
To me it is denial.
Denial of myself, of my
ancestors, of my kin,
of my queerness, and
of my heart.

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daraja [COMPLETED✅]
Poetryfrom the swahili word meaning "bridge." let this connect my queerness to my blackness. let this connect all those that are different. let this connect you to me.