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CRYING AGAINST THE WIND
Today I felt as though I was crying against the wind.
Walking into an eternity of blues and no satisfaction with life.
Stumbling into darkness a black hole of emotions that I allowed others to give to me.
Each tear was like when you run and have to spit. it comes right back and hits you in the face. My tears have felt that way lately.
Looking at the laws of a country I defended to have rights for. A country that tells me they are proud of me “doing my duty”.
A country that says thank you, but still bends me over and does the same thing to me its laws stand against.
Someone please tell me why I have to cry against the wind. Why I stood there in another country holding tight the freedom blanket that we as Americans share only to be demoralized by the fact that in some states I can be put in Jail for twenty years because I am in love with a woman who loves me.
Crying against the wind. The tides that people try to tell me are turning, yet my partner cannot even kiss me at our local place to sing due to the fact that if the wrong people see us we could lose our children.
This is why I feel as though I am crying against the wind. Tears hitting me like a whip, cutting gashes into my skin like a slave owner, difference being I was the slave to my country. I am proud to be an American and would defend her again no problem, but it still hurts, and each time the whip cracks I feel as though I am crying against the wind.
