Can you see me?
through the screen
through the code
through the html
can you touch me?
can we reach out
and touch some one
through static trees
yes and no
can you know
my blood, what’s
inside my bones
you can’t push
finger through web
and poke me
in my rib cage
you can’t know
the grade
of my pain
my headache
you can’t know
my number
my size &
social status
who can know?
the point at
which we break
how far we go
they must know
our lung size
dosage
& clothing style
can you hear me?
between your breaths
and sighs
and bursts of brilliance
you can’t be me
comparing dicks
and scars
and tears and such
we are we
and you are you
and he is she
and I am only me
and I am proud
and I am sad
and I am whole
and I am incomplete
and through and through
I am fucking me
and you
you are beautiful
you
I love this!
Can really feel the power and emotion in this piece. Almost like someone pounding on piano keys towards a crescendo…
Reblogged this on Eclectic Verbosity and commented:
I’m a little behind reading my wordpress feed. This struck a cord with me, and I had to share. I love Steve’s work. He’s been my secret muse. (Shh)