"Tired" by Joshua Vega

So, I've been feeling vulnerable as of late. I have way too much on my plate, and I get overwhelmed by the constant pressure of just... well, everything. So I wrote a poem about it, about the multiple encounters that I've experienced, as being 'other'. I hope this speaks to you on different levels too~

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Tired

I'm tired. point blank period.

Tired of the man who guffaws in my face,

Tired of the people who jest about my, our, existence

Tired of being objectified, sexualised, and used as lessons or analogies,

for twisted lessons on life.

I, am, tired, of constantly fearing and being feared,

of being scared and afraid,

of opening the door, to step out of my safe space,

to a world that both fears me, and wonders at me, in bewildered amusement

as they do to other outcasts.

I am tired, of being seen as 'other', of being disrespected, disregarded, and disgusted,

just for expressing my love,

my own sacred love and compassion,

unconditional in all ways, to my best being.

We, are brought up with teachings of our false existence,

that we were always feared and always unloved.

But those lessons are lies, mere fallacies concocted to continuously keep us in the constant vicious cycle of love, to fear, to hate.

When will you, me, us, truly be free?

what about today? perhaps tomorrow? or maybe, a yesterday?

Ah, but alas, we did not choose this life, my love, we simply exist.

We choose to live life on our own terms, our own rules,

without the needs for negotiation of our own bodily autonomies.

Nonetheless, here we are, on this earth, in this era of degradation,

where we might all die tomorrow, at the hands of our kin,

(they're killing us already.)

But, never forget, no matter the tears and the blood, the pain and the pleasure of it all,

You are loved, yesterday, today, and forevermore.

But still, I am,

tired.

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