Today is Thanksgiving in the United States of America. I decided I could not celebrate. Notwithstanding sitting in privilege – no thanks to THANKS helmed by a food mounded table. Not while my LGBTQI family is starving, unsheltered, violently pelted with words intended to shame, beaten, robbed, suffering cruel uncertainty. Again I couch my sadness and bewilderment in the poetic reflections of a refugee in Kakuma Camp. His words tear at me and I ponder our collective cruelty as with so much we seem to do so little. How? Why?
Desperate lives on the walk againMiles to endless journeysAre we to die on procrastination and lies?Is it not possible to have identification and equality?How do we forgive?When our souls can’t recognize the footsteps of those trying to harm with an intention?Is compassion really still the biggest virtue?How do we surely deserve better when our bloody tears don’t spread any message?Bruised!!This pain surely turned us into ZombiesWe are totally lost!We crave the real usFrom the virusesDisguised as cure to diseasesOur immune systems so weak to hold on to uncertaintyConvinced us in desperacy!Hungry for hope!What?!Yes, in desperacy our souls are infectedWe are enslavedWe try to writeGather stories out of ourselvesTry to breathe them outBut we are not even alive anymoreNothing draws us together!We don’t even think similarThey are balls of fireThey burn to darknessFor nothing remains a concern to the concernedWhat could really be it?HOMOPHOBIA IS HECK!!Sincerely:KAConcerned Victim