Too many corners of my world haven’t felt like home
Too many plants trying to make room for themselves in windowsills
But they just won’t grow for fear of uprooting themselves
Too many times have I felt alone in my corners of the world
I wish I could find corners within myself to be comforting
But I am not made up of sharp edges
I am made of curves
Hip dips and gapless thighs
I wish I could find a home going within myself
Windows function in a peculiar way
Physical barriers separating you from the world you reside in
But a piece of glass allows for an open imagination
Outside my window
There are worlds and homes I will soon be a part of
There is a home in a society free of a for-profit workforce of people stuck in cages
There is a home where people’s identities s are not criminalized
There is a home where access is prioritized
In the pursuit of equity, accountability and justice for all
There are homes
This is not a utopia but this is a sanctuary
We will bust through the stained glass window of cognitive dissonance
and we will build together as a coalition
the eagles of this nation have been chained down
under the falsehood that this America is for everyone for far too long
Out there past the window
I want us to be able to find refuge
Within ourselves
Within each other
Within the systems structured around us
Let us build homes for each other
