My Story

		What if I told you my story
	and for just one moment you understood.
	For just one moment when you saw
	  a rainbow flag in front of you
	    or a pink triangle
		or a Pride March
	   you understood my victory.
	And what if for just one moment
        you saw me crumble beneath the hate
	you saw me, your victim
      	shudder beneath your blow
       you would understand my struggle.
	And what if for just one moment
		you felt my losses
	you felt everything I never got
		everything that left
	and everything I could've been  
       you would understand my grief, my anger.
	What if you walked down my path
		and felt your hate
	pour down like a tropical rainstorm
       you would understand why I've hated myself.
	And if for one moment
	  you could be inside me 
	    when I am in love.
     you would understand why I fight.

Copyright © 1995, Dawn McCausland.