I do not identify myself as a black american
I do not identify myself as an activist
I do not identify myself
As anything other than what I am
Do not arbitrate my existence
It will only magnify your bigotry
Do not lecture me
It will not ratify your ministry
Do not objectify my identity
Do not marginalize my sincerity
I know your criticism
It will not dwindle me
I am defiantly deaf to it
It will not compute
Trust me
It will only intensify
What I occupy
Do not subject me to anomaly
Do not try and direct me
I will not comply
Do not concern yourself
with my essentiality
I am not lost
Do not concern yourself
With what defines me
Just ask
If I am willing and able.

impractical is the path
where wrath meets satisfaction
with hands too fast to smack
we are the captors of our actions

not adapted to the math
understanding the subtraction
with a stand that is my last
i am ****** by my exaction

with a plan so crass
like a romance with reaction
impractical is the path
where wrath meets satisfaction

Leave me here beneath the willow,
beneath the setting skies:
Now that I finally have a moment alone,
I can learn to drown my cries.
The water here is cool
as if from fall's frostbitten lips,
and I long for some revival
in her ever gentle kiss.
It is the seasons and I
who have missed you the most;
February and its fears.
But it is this willow tree that will coax
out from within me all these tears.
What if you never come back to me?
Whatever will I do?
To whom will I give my love,
when this wood has rotted through?
This willow will cease to dance,
and I'll refuse to sing
A song of how you left us both
for a war that fateful spring.

I.
Don't hit your child
because of something they can
never control.

II.
If you aren't able to
raise someone
who's queer, disabled, or mentally
"Wrong", as you'd call it,
don't raise anyone at all.

III.
You can't expect your
idea of a perfect child.