For Those Who Want Love

I am desperate

I'll admit it
No, not in that way
Not that desperate
But I want love
I look for it wherever I go
Under pillows
Between fingers
With you
In me
And don't get me wrong
I know people care
I'm not depressed
Or consumed with these thoughts
But when I'm alone
I know I'm alone
So I am in search of something more
Than mom and dad
And BFFs
I want a love that I can live, each day
Can give, each day
Where I can forgive, each day
A love that I have not yet experienced
But I can bet you I will
For so long it's stayed in the future tense
But I see it
I know it's out there
And I understand it won't be laying out under a palm tree
Or from the imagination of Walt Disney
But what I know to be real
Is from hearing how others feel
What I'm looking for is not ideal
But I don't want to just deal
And heal
Alone
No
Yes, to me it's unknown
But I have grown
And I am no longer content
I'll say "I'm fine"
"Single's the way to be!"
And we cheer together
We smile together
Laugh together
But go home, alone
And I am saying
I am letting you know
That this is not how it's going to be forever
Love will sneak up on you when you least expect it
When you're so consumed
Thinking there's no room
That's when it'll come
It's my rule of thumb
Don't seek it, night and day
Just see it
Allow it
And let it stay
Overnight
Tuck it in
And say "I'll see ya tomorrow"

Sitting Still, Moving Forward

As I drive down the road
The wind blows
Through my wide open windows
The life of the night breathing on me
Into me,
Heavily
Telling me,
"The heat will pass"
Just got gas
Tank full
And mindful
Of the long road
And the asthmatic air, only
I think I breathe
Follow and feel
Tightly gripping the wheel
Sitting still
Moving forward
I feel as free
As the night's guarantee

Labels

You look at me, and you see...
A white girl.
Blonde, fairly short.
Speckled skin.
You see the dot on my nose?
You see my clothes and my face, what I can't erase.
But I've learned to embrace this race of mine I like to call Kate.
It's me, who I am. My name. My label. By which I am defined.
It's what you judge me by.
You may have heard that I'm Jewish, that I'm straight, maybe gay!? I don't know. Do you know? Does it matter? Maybe not? Could it be? That what defines you could define me? Do we need these definitions? It seems they cause continuous traditions of inhibitions. And submissions to hate. Let's make it our mission to end all divisions. And envision a day where gay and straight, and those in between, and black and white are not what they seem. A day where these colors can unite and connect, leaving their baggage of hatred to collect, and fade away. A day where love will infect, and inspire respect, so our children can reflect upon the joy we try to protect.

I am here to affect.

To collect a little bit from you and little bit from me and create a beauty for everyone else to see. And feel. And live. I am here to give. Whatever is left after this poem.