A dark room I stumble too
Vibrating hums set the mood
The screen plays the film.
It is an intellectual space. A cultural space.
The film crackles and stops.
Sighs and mild laughter. Apologies on the speakers drop.
Technology always gives trouble, I hear voices say.
It is a flawed space. A human space.
Brutally honest, the documentary plays
Brutally honest funny things, they suddenly say
You feel the love in bodies rocking with laughter
It is a collective space. A happy space.
It is just another news clip that plays
Words of non-acceptance that everyone has heard
They all laugh and sigh with uncanny timing and relate
It is an experienced space. A knowing space.
As tales of struggle they narrate and witnesses of hatred speak
As faces of hopelessness in the collective struggle we see
A knowing silence of solidarity pervades,
Because everyone has seen those days.
It is a safe space. An accepting space.
Under the light of the film screen
Strangers unite. As they feel
The emotions in a collective consciousness
Fancy words to describe just humans
Coming together to change the invisible history of an impossible love
By simply watching. Hearing. Understanding.
I heard a community in their laughter.
I heard a community in their laughter.
