10:28am September 28, 2014

Stories

This is not your story.

It is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

You put your words in my mouth.

You use my life to tell your story.

I am not yours. I am mine.

When I say your words, my friends catch me

I was there. I saw. And so did they.

We will tell the truth

And I will hold his hand. Her hand. Hir hand. Their hand.

And we will hold each other up

Pull each other out of the river of your words

Send little packages and rocks and grumpy sticks

We will fall. You will break us.

But we will not break all the way.

And we will survive, broken and scarred and full of love

My pieces, our pieces, are still here

We are still real. You can’t break that.

And we will love, and we will tell the truth

Even when you make us lie.

The words you put in our mouth won’t stay there forever.

We are real. And we are here.

And there is power in numbers, and power in the truth.

This is my story. And hers. And hirs. And his. And theirs.