Simply beautiful
How often have you told me
Sweetheart, that honesty is the
Highest form of intimacy
But I’ll tell you the story
Of how the sun loved the moon so much
Because she represented the night
And his opposite and because
She died every night to
Let him breathe, honesty is then
Also the attraction of difference
My desires are honestly different
To your own, so don’t think
I don’t respect you if
I pursue what I desire in this world
To offer up my mortality to the Gods
Or to get praise from this transient audience
Doing what we love is its own reward
We are not all made to have children
Or find stability in this lonely world
To me, simplicity has always been
The last sophistication and
The one I could afford
So living imperfectly
I found my perfect expression
Of myself – to do what I love meant
I would exist so at least
My inner beauty began the
Moment I decided to truly be myself.
Wuji Seshat 