of course we ask for it
When did we start asking for it?
In the end, we were always asking for it.
And how could we not?
The pain of even a few in the community is felt by all,
the deaths of many weigh heavy in our hearts,
the dismissal of their humanity
and our own has made us bitter.
Of course we ask for it.
We come barreling down head first,
ready for whatever is in our way.
All we have ever wanted was a chance.
Some peace.
Understanding perhaps.
To be unafraid to hold hands with a lover.
The only peace we get is in death.
Of course we ask for it.
But it is never beautiful.
And there is never time,
for lovers and family
for make up heels wigs
and what matters.
There is never time to tell,
to say what needs to be said.
Of course we ask for it.
The sooner it comes, the less explaining there is.
How do you tell someone,
who has never felt the collective beating of hundreds of hearts in fear,
that your heart aches with the hearts of others
who you have never met, and that
some days, there's not even a chance?
Of course we ask for it.
When you get down to it, we all do.
It doesn’t matter who you are,
no one escapes.
It’s all just a matter of time
Sooner or later,
we all start begging.
Of course we ask for it.
We’ve all been alive.
Don’t tell me that there’s something out there
that makes it all worth it.
In the end
who cares that it all happened,
that anything happened at all?
Of course we ask for it.
Who will even remember?
Who keeps the record and tells our stories?
Who smashed the mirror and sent a shot fly around the world?
Who do we fight for and belong to?
Who can say they are unaffected?
Who is unafraid? of death, all of us.
Of course we ask for it.
There is no way around, no secret tunnels or magical bridges.
Eventually the bandages fall off,
nothing has made us whole.
To fix an infection you need more than a princess bandaid.
Of course we might still be fighting,
but we’re ready for what will come.
Of course we ask for it.
It only makes sense.
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