We are allowed to be unkind
To the sick, the deaf and the blind.
We gladly toss them into a ditch.
They don't matter; They are not rich.
We giggle and count what we’ve got
Laugh uproariously at those who have not.
We call our poor neighbors our inferiors
Because having money makes one superior.
It also works the same with every race.
Supremacy is about the color of your face.
It starts there and moves to include nationality.
Only Caucasian Americans match our reality.
Sure non-whites can pick our cotton for us
But, as for equality, the concept will bore us.
It says in the Bible you have to be from here
And white and Protestant, those words are clear.
And this stuff about fags and lesbians too
Not one word of that civil rights stuff is true.
My preacher told me gay people are abomination.
That’s why us Republicans support segregation.
That's some of what is wrong with our schools
Somebody has been listening to communist fools.
We need to get back to the good way things were
Before all this equality stuff was allowed to occur.
I tell you the truth, this stuff totally makes me burn.
I mean, these college-warped hippies need to learn
That this country is a Christian one, since beginning
So, we don’t want this equality stuff you’re selling.
Just shine our shoes and park our expensive cars
And we’ll tip you a little bit and there you are;
Right there in the place all of you ought to be;
Freedom is for us rich whites, it’s American history.
i opened the cabinet at the basement and my gasp was trapped in my throat
in front of me unfold universes in the form of mountains layer by layer in stacks of paper.
undone were the buttons of my blouse and my gasp was trapped in my throat because she's here
and i needed to build another universe; another escape route; another layer of another mountain.
spread were my legs at the study desk of the classroom and my gasp was trapped in my throat because she said i need to be quiet or else they'd hear
and i needed to focus myself to the time it will be over, at the clock ticking after-class minutes, i prayed for timeskips.
after dinner, open arms, my mother asked what i wanted for my birthday
and i needed the comforts of the words "safe" and "no more touching," of the promise of "no more after-class sessions" but i just told her i wanted another notebook for my stories.
Ain't a prayer in the world
That I'm gonna' remove
The yoke of History
From your shoulders,
And there ain't no chance
That I'm gonna' be able to compete
With all those ironclad dictators
For access to your heart
Even if I slug down
A bottle of Viagra.
I might as well
Quit while I'm ahead.
Ain't no point
In trying to be something
That I'm not.
The ground beneath our feet shakes
As the American Spirit springs forth
From the geysers, from the sewers
And cloaks of ambiguity mold away
Directions no longer divide us
Tragedy brings forth the needle and thread
To sow friends and enemies together
Against a common foe -- apathy
Oppression knocks on the nation’s door
As we sharpen our spears to a point
And cry out into the starless night
Against the hammer of tyrants
Freedom’s trail will be blazed
Fields of grain will turn to flame
Cold winters will feel the heat
Of summer storms sailing to oppression's door.
These people tried to keep Those people
In their Place.
Tried to keep these OTHER people
In THEIR place
Tried to keep those people
WAY OVER THERE
In THEIR place.
The people Way Over There
Tried to keep their next door neighbors
In THEIR place.
Their next door neighbors
Tried to keep the people Outdoors
In their Place
Called a "Reserve"
The Outdoor People
Tried to SMASH the fence of the Reserve
But the people inside the outside the Reserve
INCARCERATED the Outdoor People
Who were living in the Reserve.
So, the Outdoor People
Incinerated the Prison.
When the Prison burned down,
The Guards became afraid
A Doomsday cult,
Telling Jesus would return
At the End Times.
What do you think of these strings that you see?
I want to snap them free.
Controlled, but not by me.
All I see is the path laid out in front of me.
Set for me.
Not right for me.
I want to be free.
Everywhere I go and everything I do is up to judgement.
I try new things, paint my nails.
I'm being girly.
I don't use a purse.
I'm not being girly enough.
I'm not a girl.
I'm not a boy.
I don't really know what I am.
All I know is that even when it doesn't seem like it I still have strings attached.
I'm going to take some scissors and cut them out of my arms.
I'll be my own man or woman.
I'll finally be myself.