The Bigger Picture

Look at the bigger picture,

urging ‘us’ to scrutinize

Perhaps a broader voice?

Chris Christie, maligned, yet not the abyss,

a nuanced view challenging judgments imperative.

Gaze upon the world, where first glances deceive,

beyond labels, a depth that defies belief.

In matters of love, a queer soul might achieve,

transcending societal norms, offering no relief.

Consider the tableau, subtle privileges bestowed,

unseen pedestals, where one's status is sowed.

Above the lowest tier, privilege subtly flowed,

not the norm, but a construct of societal fallow

Enter the panorama where encounters unfold,

"Sir, how can I help you?" a common query

Perception of gender, a skewed story I am told,

a lens distorting truth, a tale to be bold.

Contemplate the mural, where reflections are absent,

a realization dawns, beyond the individual, transcendent.

"Look at the bigger picture," a refrain persistent,

an imperative to break free, a truth emergent.

Is seeing truly being, or a self-imposed constraint?

An excuse to avoid unseen realms, where privilege acquaints.

In the shadows, safety, where one never faints,

a relay of privilege, not a competition just constraints.

In the grand canvas, interconnected threads entwine,

dismantle barriers, acknowledge privilege as divine

Beyond myopic confines, let understanding shine,

a poetic journey into the unseen, a reflection genuine.

Within the grand narrative, we stand outside,

Poetically ensnared, judgment's pursuit our guide.

Golden threads bind those who love in stride,

Yet preference dictates who stands by their side.

Not he who loves him, a deviation untold,

A palette of blue, not pink, is the mold.

The essence of self, a story to unfold,

In the grand mosaic, identities to be extolled.

He who is he, unburdened and free,

A yearning fulfilled, a quest to be.

Not she, constrained by societal decree,

In the poetic weave, a dance of identity.

In this narrative, not part of the grander view,

Yet poetic verses capture the essence true.

Judgment ensnares, yet fairness is askew,

Threads of gold, love's spectrum imbue.

The bigger picture was never me, but you