You don't connect with me because it is impossible for you
You don't relate to an experience with me that can be dignified
You don't connect with me because your past interactions with my gender
Have not gone well
They have been poisoned by actions fueled with bile
You don't connect with me because you don't feel the need to discover the value of the space between us
Which is minimal in your mind
That is your right; inalienable, invaluable
I am aware of my privilege
I am aware that in order to deconstruct it, I must listen
Without expectations
World War Z
Of a partnership desired by one, with levels undefined
Once we both know this, I will move on
Understanding that the need for you to love
Must go through your own journey
One where preferences of your own heart
And ambitions decide
Even society's prescribed laws mixed with geneticisms
Demand that I chase you within reason
With clever plotting
Conducting with sticks of innuendo
After that pull of indoe
6 puffs before the pass, 6 breaks from your cheeks
Feeling that our ability to connect
Is just chance. It meant nothing. Because we live nowhere.
Peppered with circumstance. As the axis spins one way.
You think that you will find the endpoint of your road to redemption
In the land of nothing
Rather than desire to enter a brave new world
Above this netherworld
Where everything is a footprint to hell
According to every one
Including the voice from the pain in your elbow
Woken from the flex of your tricep
Harmony, felt in our bones at times, does not exist
In an environment built for deception
We know this
We march against this lie perpetrated as truth
In our systems. In our cities. In our relationships
With solids, liquids, and gases
But we quit a lot
Because the days of pure justice are a long time ago
If they ever existed
We imagine because lies are long
Past our reproduction