ghazal for @dr4gon1adybug98

tell them it’s not just a phase. 

the eyeliner keeps the war out of our eyes.

tell them we’re not your geishas, konichiwa babies,

soy sauce queens. we herd the stampede in the eye

tell them, yes, we make love to each other. we let language pour

from our mouths: desert, grief, borderless, I – 

tell them we are not enough. that’s ok. we have hands

enough to hold each other whole, blind eye open.

tell him, Starr, that where you end is where a country

begins. wear your veil, your rage, over your eyes.