A Poem

Hello dear readers, I bring to you a short poem that I am interested in turning into a folk song.

By Cam Noir

Since love is a sin, I will wear it like a chain.

Taught my body was the burden, and my joy was a stain.

They say, "Hey, let me pray for you", they whispered with fear.

Behind the grace, the truth is burning, turning, drawing near.

But I ain't bowing down to you, for your sorrow games.

Won't trade my soul for you, for your holy game.

You can cry your "tears", for it won't give me fear.

But the fire knows who's buried deep and who still grows.

If your love denies my life, don't ask me for respect.

For we are queer, immigrants, and disabled, is this what you call a threat.

If Im queer, broke, and cross the borderline, oh how bad of me.

You don't get to claim a right that you won't let be mine.

But I ain't bowin down for you, for your sorrow games.

Won't trade my soul for you, for your holy game.

You can cry your tears, won't give me fear, but the fire knows- who's buried deep and who still grows.

Oh the fire knows the truth, one we all have to bare.

The fire inside knows the truth, lighting the path for the ones who care.

But mine is for liberation, to eradicate damnation.

So I wont bow down, no, I wont play your game-

The fire remembers, it calls us by name.

You can cry your tears, but they wont fall here-

Cause the fire knows who still grows and who disappeared. 

For context- "The fire" is memory, collective memory, a truth and memory of a point in history past, present, and future, something that drives our behaviors and actions to seek justice and liberation. The "Who disappeared" part is to represent those who have fallen as a result of prejudice and hate and the "who still grows" is us, the future who is fighting for marginalized liberation.

As for rhyming and flow, it is somewhat nonexistent, buuuuutt, maybe with imagination it can have a new rhyme and flow to it, one that is abstract and dissonant. Considering the context in which I wrote this poem, dissonance would make the most sense due to the dissonance it takes to vote, act, and believe in ways that harm, dismantle, and displace marginalized communities.

Peace,

Cam Noir