If ****** could not **** my family...
What makes you think you could **** me?

What makes you think you could do me harm...
When the greatest harm hath been done

My blood is very much alive
Of fire, of Ghettos, of **** threats and hallow mass graves

I am the daughter of the Jews you could not ****
My grandfather watches me

Stands at the foot of my bed
With a shotgun to any man that tries it again

The last female, the last
Tis my duty, tis my right

Twas my father's to protect me
But ****** did not betray his daughter...

As my ancestors I was groped, stripped, bruised, ravaged
Spewed out to unclean, tainted, filth

History transcended through me
My camp was a house full of vice and sin

Where innocence was met with ****** eyes
That which cast disdain unto their memory

My Semitic heritage was concealed
Hidden as my scars and torn *****

My people were *****!
This flesh of mine no different...

But I stand, I did not die...
No pervert of old age, nor madman of Austria
Could **** me...

No, it was the closest man to home
That did the damage...left me to the beast

Dragged me into Warsaw of perverse intention
and like the rest of the world ignored the cries

My people and I cried out for justice...
and history as always repeats itself
and we were ignored...

But I live...I live...I live because my Grandfather stands by me
With a shotgun for the next man that tries it again

Gal?
Pal?
Wait, what now?
How?

Bound to get some questions from this, some hate; a backlash. The funny side of this is my middle name can basically be a backslash.

Some will say I don't have to mention.
Others will say I'm doing it for attention.

I'm doing it because I don't know.
I'm putting my confusion fully on show.
Whoohoo! Yippie! Let's go!

I don't have to be shy.
So what? Sometimes, I feel pretty much, like a guy
Perhaps, the majority will stigmatise.
For you see, my gender does not fit into a pretty little box, at least not in society’s eyes

in loving memory of Maurice Sendak ...

Our cage is painted royal blue.
A computer checks the locks.
The Judge left his decision on
Our mirror drawn in chalk.

God narrates cruel calendars.
Thieves rip out the last page.
The crowd drowns in His smile,
As the Liar takes the stage.

A boy who built a ladder asks,
"What is outside over there?"
The men say, "just a parking lot."
A girl sings, "Its a dare."

Her movie light licks cave walls,
Monsters dancing drum drip seed
For forever forest's Night Kitchen,
As Mother bakes in the key.

We are wild like tears running,
Free like wind against her thigh,
Loved like rain drops on the burn,
Like lovers stretch for sky.

2012

I was white,
Devoured with love.
Touched with fire,
By the sun's warm glow.

Suddenly I'm red,
Made to love.
Where forever was devoid,
By a broken heart.

I was intensely saturated,
by reminiscing sunsets.
Finding myself,
in different shades.

Now am covered,
with too much colors.
if love exists,
albeit it's half-truth.

I have friends who have gotten hot coffee thrown at their backs
for only half of their heritage.

and I have friends who have been told to hang themselves
with things they only wear on special occasions.

and I have friends who know nothing of these fears and these events,
because their privilege is as dominant as their
race
sexuality
gender
and they're as seemingly neurotypical
as it comes.

but still,
they empathize.
they understand.
and I'm certain if they were asked,
they would fight alongside
us too.

there is hope within this darkness,
there is warmth within this storm,
we will fight until the end of days,
and then we will fight further on.
please just stay strong.

it would be easy to give in,
it would be easy to give up,
it would be easy to let this be the end,
to sigh and wrap our time up.

but this is just the beginning,
and we know nothing of the end.
so stand against us as our enemies,
or rise with us as our friends.