A Crying Queer

A Poem By Rhian Beam

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

I have always been a sensitive soul

My heart an open wound.

I thought I’d leave it open

For others to peruse.

For love of not another,

Yet together, where we belong.

Time went on

My heart gave way

And fell from a broken song.

A broken together that couldn’t stay.

Each infight worse than the last.

What was supposed to be community,

Is instead a game of “They’re next”.

We don’t make all the rules,

Only our experience to display.

To be gentle with one another

This I hope is here to stay.

So be careful when a queer person speaks

We don’t know much kindness from others.

Our hearts we bare for those like us,

And leave us vulnerable in the process.