I am Human. Are You?

toskateonsun:

Let’s lie here
With our backs to the sun
They don’t know of our burning yet
Know nothing of our red skin
And irritated landslides of secrets.
They only know of the way the sky
Will reflect
Off of the least bit of heat that clings to the asphalt.
A glittering of threat
Shouting at us,
Swimming below our feet.
It gets warm down there.
The earth is trying to suck all of its energy
Back into its core.
The center will not abuse itself,
But the ones depending on the center will.

Let the frisk of the wind chime,
Swing with my hair in its palm.
Sometimes,
I’m afraid of what scares me the least.
Afraid of only the things
That I cannot rationalize.
Call me silly and broken for this.
Ghostly and infantile,
I never promised my womanhood to the future,
Only promised
Whatever wisdom being without womanhood 
will bring me.

But lies can be funny,
And the truth can choke the laugh out of you.
In some dream, at some time,
I learned to laugh the laugh out of myself.
Learned how to be humorous enough to catch myself
Crying.
I don’t like crying,
Never been a fan of being face full
Of waterfall.
What a waste of resource
When half of the world is still waiting
To be taught how to feel.

I’m doing my part by saving my tears
For the man who can’t cry for himself;
And I hope I meet him one day.
I hope I meet the man whose emotions 
Are still pent up in his fist.
I hope to crush my sponge tips of hope
Above his wrists.
Watch his hands open up to the sky
Watch the insides of his palms
Burned back brown from all the pale,
Watch the smile on his face hydroplane,
Reflections of the sky.