Dear God, 

You gave me

The wrong genitalia.

The right one:

Stands and preaches.

Mine only:

Aches and bleeds.


This hidden

Sorrow courses

Up these veins

To pierce

My already wounded



Till tears

Become my words.

Silent words,

Since Your mistake

Holds my tongue.


But perhaps,

You understand

How to be silent too.

To hold Your tongue,

To choke back Your words,

To drown in tears,

For an over-talking




We sit together

Two bleeding and broken–

You by choice–

Me by nature–

Just simply

To cry.

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