There’s something burning within me- the core of my very being
Silence is losing its power, voices are rising and I hear the wind singing.
There’s a weapon in my throat, a voice box
My soap box in which I will stand atop
Because I remember what it felt like, the week when I had so much to say.
The ten days leading up to the moment I said it “mom, I’m gay”
I was so painfully quiet and hatred screamed so loud
The moments alone felt like I was being pushed by the crowd
In my stomach. Not butterflies, but riots
Why is it when i need motivation, motivation remains quiet?
Listen to my voice.
This is your conscience, you are being given a choice.
Will you live beneath a blanket of oppression and fear?
Or destroy uncertainty and make the beauty of diversity clear?
Do you want to thrive on collaboration, shared ideas, voices singing.
Hearts pounding, candles lighting, ears ringing?
Or quitting. Give up. Giving in.
Chrissy, this is your conscience, do you still believe love always wins?
Because if you do,
then social justice is something you must pursue. "
This is what’s burning within my core.
A still small voice telling me to live for more.
Silence. There’s the crowd again. The riot, the mob. Subtle defiance.
Maybe I am angry. Maybe my heart is broken because oppression exists.
Maybe the crowd is growing violent because of the hatred I witness.
Maybe I am tired of this.!
Maybe the world is growing darker with each passing day. Maybe there are moments when the naysayer in the crowd convinces me I never should’ve said I was gay.
The possible problems are endless, But so are the solutions.
I know remedies exist because nearly 200 years ago the physically enslaved stood up against the horrific peculiar institution.
I know remedies exist because on March 31, 1927 Cesar Chavez was born and lived a life that changed the nation.
I know that people have power because Stonewall was filled with ordinary patrons
Who took the riot in their stomach and turned it into real life action
My soul yearns to be a person remembered for my passion.
I am well aware that i can only stand here and speak freely because of what the women at Seneca falls wrote
I am constantly reminded that without those voices many of us would not be able to speak, express, or vote.
This is what my conscience knows i can achieve.
We all have a legacy that we will someday leave.
Will yours be of simple silence? Or one that made it end?
Raise your voice, love always wins.