BlogHer prompt for Tuesday, November 11: If you could permanently get rid of one worry, what would it be?
They told me when before I left home
Cover your legs, keep your eyes down
Don’t get dark in the sun and
Get back before the sun sets.
They say they worry for me brother.
Why do they not worry so for you?
Is life easier for you than for me
Advice and warning echoing in my head
Even after its been said, whirling inside
With images of wide eyes and shaking heads
At everything I do.
Why do they worry so, brother?
Do you know what it’s like,
The weight of those worries?
Do you carry them with you,
All those people who worry,
When you step out, smile or do?
Because they are with me, even when I sleep.
Dear brother, sometimes I want to be you
But then I remember what they worry for
They worry about what someone like you
Could do to someone like me.
And then, I don’t want to be you
Not the monster who makes them worry
Not that gender that automatically labels you
As dangerous, making them worry about me.