In the Blood

I am dabbling my hands in all aspects.

My heart is not free of its cage.

but I am free to entangle it 

with the shady side of town.

Yours and mine.

Take me to the lake.

Listless without the words of our grandparents,

without the words of elders to guide us.

Brainwashed to purity

In pursuit of our truth 

           it all comes trickling down.

              We don't want to hear them speak

on sexuality or desire, or fears

                   because we wanted something clean.

                       

      But oh, these bones know the marrow,

         and how it is hematopoietic.

         They know the truth,

They know our body is not pure.