Nayad Monroe (nayad) wrote,
Nayad Monroe
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A sonnet for my people, and I hope you know who you are

My Tribe

I walk through normal life, an oddity,
My colors bright, my mind never at rest,
And never meet the likes of one like me,
Beset by words, by haunting image blessed;
I sleep through dreams of spaces where alone
I search for signals sent from my own kind,
Or listen for the light enchanting tone
Of voices harmonious, happily entwined,
But when my tribe I gladly meet anew,
And read from flashing eyes acceptance dear,
Then understanding kisses warm and true
My cheeks, and eliminates the fear
Of days between each meeting when I fret
And wish the details never to forget.

- Nayad A. Monroe
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