tuck me in

my tag is hanging out of my shirt
and I'm only wanting you to tuck me back in-
tuck me in so I can dream
and remember the paleness of your eyes-
I am dripping
and the only sound I can hear
are the voices of the legislative battles
over who's right
for whose rights
their ink quills blazing trails of "No"
and regression on parchment

but we keep birthing babies
and contradicting ideas
in a free world that grips the necks
of a thousand boys and girls
who think they can all grow up
to be president
365 steps to knock on freedom's door
but the door is revolving
it swings us in
and kicks us right back out

when did individual rights
become a majority issue-
when did love become untouchable
when did my fears turn me
into silence

tuck me back in so I can sleep
and paint the world a pretty place
where every sort of -ism
doesn't exist.