I want to burn it all down, & build a city
where it’s safe to be a boy or girl or
magpie, & to believe in everything or nothing, &
not even the quiet ones’
wordless language is drowned out. This
is what the stories taught me.

Oh.

This makes me hurt inside, in a good way. The images you create in this poem is beautiful... I guess that's also appropriate, as it's about images.