
Things get bad
And some of us go under
Ground,
The marching,
Declaring,
Identifying,
Having Pride
Seems quiet,
Silent almost;
But here,
We remain,
We are,
Existing,
Doing that thing
that hate
wishes most to end.
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times

Things get bad
And some of us go under
Ground,
The marching,
Declaring,
Identifying,
Having Pride
Seems quiet,
Silent almost;
But here,
We remain,
We are,
Existing,
Doing that thing
that hate
wishes most to end.
My body
Is my own.
I need not explain why
I have said “No”
To your assertions on it.
It is my own;
it is my only.
My emotions too
Are my own.
And they are valid.
“Calm down!”
“What’s your problem?”
“Hysteria!”
“Women!”
–It’s all the same misogynistic logic;
Lies fed generation to generation
to ignore reality
of the Other, of the feminine.
Poke a sleeping dog
–A bitch,
And see how many times that works,
Before you see
the teeth.
I will love myself,
For myself,
Because of myself,
And all that I am
All that I represent,
My love for life and others
Will not be the shame of me,
I will wear these colors
A rainbow,
A spectrum of beauty,
proudly,
And applaud my siblings
As they wave their own flags
10/30/2018
You are here,
As I am here,
As we are here,
As they are here,
As all are here,
And should never be clothed
in shame,
Or repremanded
For your truth,
You truth is not their same,
Your truth IS
your truth,
And though they may try,
They can never expunge
your spirit,
Your story,
Your truth,
your chosen name.
June 29, 2005
Pledge allegiance
To a flag
Where I have no rights
If I’m a “fag”?
Check a box,
“Black”
Or “white”
No in-betweens for skin too light
Evangelism
Deemed the newest fad
Now all’s a sin
Is breathing bad?
“Anarchy!” the children cry
Ignore their pleas
Roll your eyes
The people speak
Of nation torn,
In tatters I think
All the deeds once condemned
Have now been done
Praise our leader
This prodigal son
For my generation
Our future is bleak
When liberal youth
Are refused to speak
Ignore the past
Refuse the truth
In following “tradition”
You are blind to see
The evils of our great society
You say I am free,
But for today,
Tomorrow can you tell me true
What next right will you undo?
Time and time again
We shall recycle
Ignore all that’s done before
Lesson learned
Erase the board.
July 26, 2017
The first to be attacked
The last to be saved
You are bravery in every breath
A spectrum of humanity,
May you find shelter
In these troubled times
May you feel the love
Harbored by others
for you