what folks don't know
by t. zoey benally
over and over throughout this life
the people i love at one time or another
have tried to punish me for being me.
days and days will go by and they will
deny me the things i love the best
met with silence, arms remain closed.
and when they begin, they often
get stuck in a holding pattern, forget
their original goal, lose themselves in BIA-ness.
i am left watching them ensconsed in
self-righteousness, cloaked in judgement,
earth circles spent on nothing.
but what they don't realize is that
i am not afraid, not afraid of me
and no amount of torture
will make me betray me.