This poem is for Harper. Radicalhope

Owning Difference

Strangers sense difference, stare,
try to define the unacceptable trait…

The kindest adjective they find is exotic.

“What are you anyway?”

I own difference not because I chose it,
but because love made it inevitable.

Refusing to vanish, I can only answer with
my dark name.

Gail Tremblay (1945 – Present)

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