*Dedicated to Gaga*
© Tammy Talluto 2017
I see you as you smile while the pain is radiating deeply beneath your skin.
I feel you as you show your face among many, and no one knows the torment that keeps you awake at night.
Loneliness is on top, yet pushed down into the pit of selflessness,
Because that’s just how it goes.
Expectations of what was, adds insult to injury when a new you displays an old soul.
Keep moving and moving and moving until what keeps you up loses its strength and you barely balance on your beam of normalcy.
Time keeps moving almost as quickly as you are. You’re winning and losing, but the balance truly doesn’t relate.
You sing and dance while multi-faceted to what is hidden beneath a broken soul.
I write while what I put forth generates the undeniable weakness of my finger tips. Chin up or fire explodes underneath layers of my skin to my unnatural bones.
Solitude or misunderstanding, all and all it’s the same blackness and sometimes acquired emptiness. It’s all about prospective, but for humans it’s all about retrospect. You can either fall back into that familiar warmth or venture forward.
Keep moving forward is my choice, even while trying to exclude the part of you that tries to dig it’s unworthy claws into you without trepidation.
I do see you. I do feel you. The smile that keeps you from crying. As once the tears start to fall the rampage of what has been running it’s course takes over. You and I both know we’d rather tell it to fuck off, rather than let it win, laughing as we fall down.
May the universe accept what we put forth to end the deterioration of what has been a part of our existence from the moment we inhaled our first breaths in this world.
America the beautiful elected a nefarious man who has spat on it’s waving flag.
Now it’s about hatred, racism,
And calling a neighbor a fag.
We’ve come so far in our community,
only to be thrown back with possibly
as if we aren’t free.
Guns are sold and given out like
Sweets in a neighborhood candy store.
We opened our hearts to immigrants,
Now he has closed the door.
A transgender man who’d risk his life to honor this country of ours,
Is no longer allowed to fight for his country,
No matter how full of scars.
59 were killed at a concert one day,
While singing to music the country band played.
husbands, wives, sisters,
Brothers, moms and dads
Went to Las Vegas and planned to go home,
Instead their souls left their bodies where they lay,
shot from the bullets that strayed.
What has become of a nation
Hate took complete control.
Now we’re divided although we stand inches apart from a different race or gender.
His lie has taken its toll.
The KKK draped in white sheets,
Killed a woman because she was black and free.
She protested peacefully,
got run over,
and she’s never coming back you see.
Not even a mention or heartfelt remorse from the one refusing to care about humanity.
I remember once feeling proud to be an American before things were changed.
He entered the Whitehouse full of lies,
Now in this country, I feel acutely estranged.
People are arguing and debating,
Turning against one another.
Friends against friends, neighbors against neighbors,
and sisters against their brothers.
Every day I pray for peace and love to bring us all together.
Unfortunately the one who was given the seat in the Oval Office,
has nothing to do but tweet all day,
earning his title as oppressor.
Freedom seems like a thing of the past as each day comes to a close.
No news is good news anymore,
take a knee, protest and soil your working man clothes.
Audacious in his relationships with clan members and racists who feel more empowerment now.
The Antichrist has reared his head as we watch our country take its final bow.