The white-picket fence and the house with the driveway-
The job, the car, the-
Things
Me, I wanted acceptance
It seemed so grand that when university was over, it was the start
But in reality- it was the beginning
It isn’t tangible and It isn’t something one can buy.
Me, I desired acceptance
As life goes on, I checked the boxes,
School- Check
Job- Check
Family- Check
I followed the rules to take me higher
“What I was supposed to do”
Then, I would tumble
It’s like a staircase
Higher and higher I get, the stairs would get
Steeper
Then the stairs would get smaller
I CAN and I WILL thrive
I keep walking, but then
Steeper and steeper they would get.
It’s like a mountain with slopes and peaks
But the peaks are higher and more frequent
People wanted me to fail
High, low, high, high, low
But then, I get taken back to the core of My Dream
Me, I longed for acceptance
The classroom, 8-years-old, a toy and honesty
“I thought you were one of the good ones”
“Nothing will change your people ”
Me, I wished for acceptance
From north to south to west to east
The soil in which we live is different
We all have different paths and different goals
There is not one road.
There is no one “Dream”
The colors, the backgrounds, experiences
Buildings, walk-ups, suburbs, rural, urban
Under one land, yet miles apart
Dyer said,
“There is no one powerful position than that of being just human”
Human- not anything else, but human
Job interview to walking on the street
Human
School to supermarket
Human
Anywhere, everywhere – to be just human
The Dream- MY Dream- Acceptance
“Fitting in”
The white-picket fence, the car, the stable job, the house
Tangible
No swipe of a credit card, no loan, no mortgage, no transaction
In the heart, in the mind, in the being.
Me, I wanted acceptance.
O.
O is…
- 23 years-old
- Male, Cisgender
- Chicano
- Working Class
- Pansexual
