Monday, March 7, 2011
Place me in a hammock made of ten thousand arms
And swing me softly. Coo,
"You are perfect, just like this,"
In a language I have never heard before
No place has ever told me this before:
That every bit of me is welcome.
Want to just Be in a Place.
Instead they are always explaining themselves
Or silent, silenced
When explaining costs more than it is worth.
So pick me up, gently.
Tell me I'm welcome.
Tell me I'm perfect.
Tell me I'm smart.
Leave out the parts in which you are trying to learn me,
Discover me. Leave those thoughts inside yourself.
Just place me in a hammock made of ten thousand arms.