​Other

I dripped the same blood, it flowed like crimson rivers upon the banks of my flesh like every other soldier in war,

Yet,

I fought in different battles,

I’ve been kissed by the same beams of light and cared in the same warmth of the very same sun,

Yet,

I stood in different fields,

I was born from the embryonic fluids of a mother who burdened my weight into life itself just as every other,

Yet,

I’ve lived this life looking in from the distance of isolation, I’ve lived every minute living a life of otherness,

I’ve existed within reach of many hands,

Yet,

I live without touch,

I’ve been within earshot of endless words,

Yet,

I seldom have heard loving incantations,

I’ve been human as long as I can possibly remember,

Yet,

I remain something other.