The Third Fabric
Amongst all the turmoil and peacefulness
We are your friends.. brothers, sisters…children
We are the ones that grandparents, aunts and uncles may not understand
The group that may be treated as outcasts at the roots
A group pressured to fit in….forced into an unfamiliar mould
Every new interaction is a threat to our current existence
A potential bullet, piercing our delicate, treasured fabric
This fabric reflects the very core of our being
It grounds us, gives us meaning, understanding…
And within ourselves it gives us a place to call home
And yet….with every move, every new meeting…
That fabric is threatened
We are the ones who acknowledge our roots, thrive in our trunks and have an ever changing glade of branches.
We are the ones who are ostracised for our trunks by those we share roots with
We are the ones accused of loving that bark too much
Accused by those who blame us for our ‘predicament’…..as if we had a choice
Home is where our trunks develop,
Yet sometimes we are still seen as strangers
And when surrounded by our neighbouring roots,
We are sometimes seen as foreigners
And so behind the weaving of our fabric
This fabric we call home….a fabric that binds all
A fabric that holds our tender sanity in place…
Understood by those like us,
Friends with those willing to learn
Yet even then, we are still hounded…
Sometimes haunted….by this….this..
The thing we…..avoid at all costs….
A question, we bury…..divert from whenever possible…
The dreaded……… Where…..are….you from?
Oh goodness, yes… We do exist…
And in so doing we thrive…
The tables have turned now, the switch has been flipped
The truth now gleams from within and the news shall be spread….
Hear me…and understand this whisper….
“It is not we who do not know where we come from
It is simply you….who struggles to accept it.”