ensnared by echoes of all opposing voices seem to come from all sides- but are, rather, those of the loudest protesters
out of sheer frustration that we still find ways to shine
in our music- angry, spoken word, **** RIOT rant filled
in our art- graffiti on your capital desecrating your male saints
streamed through your safe airwaves ******* up your perfect hegemony
livening your boring missionary bedrooms
bleeding in your just-washed white sheets with my girl friend and her boyfriend
In our poetry- CAPITALIZED, misspelled, profane-****-out of syn tax without filter in red paint on sidewalks in newspapers on bookshelves in magazines on flyers on our lips in our hearts
screaming crying laughing soaring souring soar- ing