If Tears Had Labels
Would anything even change?
Typical Type A personality
Salivating over categories
Savoring slapping sticky
Notes on everything from CDs
To memories
If tears had labels
What would mine say?
Would it enable
Empathy or simply sign away
All privacy, catalyzing exposés?
My parents…
There’s a reason I don’t open up to share rants
When I’m crying, they think it’s in repentance
For the sin of loving someone of my own sex
Yet it’s simply from speedily searching for my succeeding sentence
My feelings complex
But maybe if others
Noticed the notes
Referencing anecdotes
Of overcoming suppression striding down my cheeks
And let those stories speak
I would be more than just another number
And maybe if my girlfriend
Could read my tears like a book,
She’d learn by a look
My love has no end
If tears had labels,
Would we take the opportunity
To step into another’s shoes?
To let more sit at the table?
Or would we yet again choose
Cruelty over community?
