Whispers-of-Earth

This poem is about sex. (yeah, that got your attention) This poem is about sex. This poem is about love. This poem is about living in your sexuality instead of being afraid of it. This poem is about saying “fuck you” to everyone who told you it’s wrong. It’s dirty. It’s shameful. This poem is about the sin so natural it takes you to heaven on earth. This poem is about turning the key, finding your voice, making your own choice. This poem is about independence, decision, instead of buying into all their misery. Honestly. “Abstinence class” 150 pages of health text book telling you “

This is not a poem. It's not even a story. This is a simple observation. Today I was on Facebook, a dangerously common occurrence for me. Borderline addiction, possibly. I looked to the right column where events and birthdays are posted, and noticed it was a friend's birthday. And I hesitated in saying anything. I hesitated to say happy birthday to a friend. Why? Was it because we only had one community college class together a couple of years ago, so our friendship is little more than a past acquaintance that hasn't yet ceased to exist on a social media site? Was it because I didn't have the time to type out those two simple words, per