I’m not saying you should have to wipe clean your political slate to understand the power for oppression is in the hands of the state.
Legislative discrimination is slated against us.
Divisive measures are taken to sew distrust.
I don’t believe there is any higher power we can trust.
No god.
No man.
And certainly no ******* government.

When I came into circumstances that could have destroyed me,
I saw fit to ensure that I would not destroy myself.

There is more to be considered than the left or right, or even the right or wrong.
Your moralistic judgments are subjective and often reflect some societal objective.

I’ll re-evaluate my view on the police force,
On the criminal justice system,
On the prison industrial complex on the government when they stop incarcerating non-violent drug users, beating black children,
And when they release my very much innocent father from his life sentence.

We need to talk about this… phrase.
“Transtrender”.
I didn’t know it was your place to police gender.
When did you you first discover you were a transmisogynist?
Are you diagnosed?
Were you born one?

“Like Emerson I write above the mantle of my door ‘whim’”.
I’m a Wildean character in a tragedian’s play.
The tired hedonist in pursuit of beauty.

Black girl.
Heavy word, black.
One that comes with an even heavier history.
A tender burden for the Wildean child,
especially one who had little hope, and little help.
Black boy,
they told you you were drizzle, so you became a storm.
Too loquacious for your identity,
you more than exceeded all bounds.
But they were never really prepared for you, were they?