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Friday, December 8, 2023

Survivor

Survivor

The silence of my younger years
has become the silence
of my older times
The world around me growing up
hated me
The religious claimed they were
salt of the earth
Any farmer knows
if they spread salt on the earth
nothing grows
They spread salt on my life
Yet through that poison
I still grew
Then HIV then COVID
Still with all around me
I've shut down
What is missing
Is love

Life to me now
Is like picking 
Tiny black lint
Out of a new white towel
Sisyphus weeps

If being homosexual is life
For you
Or transgendered
Anything different
South Dakota
Is a damn horrible place
Or anyplace where people
Believe in hate
Teach hate
Speak hate
See the world through 
Their hate eyes
And if a part of the indigenous
Where your ancestors lived
Is where you are hated
Not all no but enough
Enough

Barry G. Wick


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