Freedom in Speech

Written by Immah REID Monday, 07 May 2012 13:32

I remember it just like it was yesterday.

It was small and warm.

Kinda stuffy but mine

With a few puffy cushions I slept and lived

Protected, secure

Away from sight, scrutiny, observation

On my own small world

Where me was just for me

They were away from me and me from them

When my life and lover were mine

When my tears weren’t assumed pain of my sexuality

When my failure wasn’t the gods punishing me

When my successes was not the Lord’s pity on sinners

When my world wasn’t just about my bed

When I lived here and slept there and the two never met

When I didn’t have to tell the family where she may be

Or if she is still around

When diner time wasn’t time to have the awkward commonly hated conversation

Where we had to include me in the love life

Just to remind me they cared for me just like everyone else

Now I look at my warm stuffy but manageable closet

That shielded me from all things discriminatory

And I just wanna hug that pillow

Have myself a warm, fluffy

Finger-pointing free life.