The Who Of What We Are Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The Who Of What We Are



The fog strips us
right down to our

voices
only

leaves out the shape or
the skin we're in &

even what sex
we are

we lose society's references
how it elects to see us

stumble around in
this cotton wool

& somehow now
we re-emerge

our selves
tentatively again

you most definitely woman
I made man again

white skin
embracing
black skin

nothing now
but

love

Sunday, December 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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