Uncircumcised

its scary how naked the truth makes us
uncut - the truth lies amongst us

they were cut into kosher
we are cut into culture
become posters of the thoughts they fostered
our minds are in pursuit
of a dream of being them
the cutters

the gate keepers
to a pseudo, whatever
     you make it out to be

what are we fighting to get into
the dress to fit into
the legs to get between
whose lips are we waiting to be pressed
up against

are they impressed
those legs, lips, hips, body
are they impressed
with our gate keeper position

i find love in the uncircumcised
the uncut
those with whom the blade couldn't
phase or alter or adjust
passion is raw and beautiful

but you've been told my passion
is ugly and worthless
so you keep me at your gate
but i never asked for entry
just removal of your tapestry

let me like you
let us like you

love is so foreign and unexplainable
liking should be enjoyed more
but your impressions force me to love
never admiring
because the real you is never showing