The Crossing, by Ali Edris

We are the ones who crossed,  
across bridges and borders,  
gender and orientations,  
nations and sex, to sexuality.
We crossed from straight lands and cities, 
to queer spaces and time,
without required documents or luggage,
just with fears and desires.
We are the ones who crossed,  
the ones I loved also crossed with me, 
to be where we are now,  
We cross for a night, a weekend and hours,
only to sing songs, laugh and maybe cry.

We are the ones who crossed, 
one single touch set us free,
a pleasure we only know now.
We are fashion, we are a dance,
we are on our own, happy for a while,  
We are a crime, 
a horror story got told to kids at night.
We are the ones who crossed tonight, 
I'm leaving to my place in space and time, 
to find myself once again.
I'll cross for the last time tonight,
only to find myself once again and just go there.
I'm the one who crossed. 

by Ali Edris