To the Spaces and People Who Do Not Have the Capacity to Carry Me

I am grasping my own heart

hard. 

Thanking God that I am this way

and trying to be honest in the gratefulness. 

I am working

overtime

to keep my faith

despite those who attempt to push me out

of the church

and my religion. 

I am reaching

slowly

into this new 

everything.

I am inviting others

cautiously

to my life and my truths.

Striving to walk with my head high

my dreams higher.

I am blessed

widely

by those that have chosen to see my humanity

above all else.

Who pull me in

don’t let go

and love me always.  

I am in quiet celebration 

tentative.

Living in Kenya.

Living in a country that does not celebrate me. 

I am learning to be proud. 

*I can carry myself*

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