We gloat in our tribes
As though superior
Judging the exterior
(But this makes us inferior)
 
It is curious to see
So much animosity
But we create this
Not trying to placate this
 
These gender-based woes
Cloud our souls
Searching for
What?
A fantasy of expectations
Lessen the relations
We perpetually seek
Because we are weak
 
Trying to master our hearts
Is an eternal art
Our understanding can be found
If we are mindfully bound
 
So we continue to dance with tongues
Failing to match rhythms
Perhaps just bad timing
(yet we blame our partner’s steps)
 
If we only took a seat
To watch the good dancers meet
And see the union of possibility
Instead of joining mismatched hands and feet
 
So we should remain seated
Just never defeated
 
L.S. December 2013

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