Asking me why I don’t stay.
Honey I’m afraid.
If I give my heart away it might break again.
And I’m already on the mend.
Can’t play pretend, I know how this’ll end.
I don’t wanna hurt you.
But hurt people, hurt people and I know that’s true.
Weaponized all the pain someone else put me through.
Firing every shot meant for them at you.
Old scars opening new wounds.
Leaving us both confused, wondering “what did I do?”
Locking eyes, traumatized, questioning “who are you?”
It isn’t right that you pay the price for someone else’s mistakes.
They aren’t even here and I’m still their slave.
Psychological warfare and gladiatorial games.
Well aware there’s nothing to gain from misguided rage.
So I put my love on a curfew.
To ensure I would never hurt you.
It was the only way to make you bulletproof.
So if I shoot and it ricochets, I’ll feel the pain too.
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Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swanson7 days ago in Pride
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"So if I shoot and it ricochets, I’ll feel the pain too." I have mixed feelings about your poem because it's filled with love but also torture. I like trying to make my way through the conflict though.