and from my mind are erased the things,
dreams, and my switching, twiching eyes
open,
see your white
plastic digitality
smack snooze sleep as i mutter
"oppressive racist motherfucker."
And what scares me, is the reality;
no orgasms of sarcasm because
the inanimate can't inhabit
racism. Only my subconcious,
projecting, rejecting the notion;
"not all white people are racist"
true, we don't dawn sheets
but we are all draped
in the colors
of our institutions pollutions.
it kills me that
my queerness can't erase
the race i see in your face,
we are not color-blind,
and only in time
will we remind our minds
to find power and pleasure
in the shades of our pigments,
becoming only figments of our
imagination.
our tongues are stained,
none remain un-tainted
with bittersweetness of
our oppressions, your digressions
And fags sling insults;
"whore, pussy, slut, sissy"
Niggas shoot syllables like
dyke, queer, fag,
are you a boy or a girl?
you're just trash, don't you dare
gay-bash, 'cause my class-
ism is superior to your race
-ism, heterosex-ism,
X isms.
No, I can't escape the
white picket fence
my person defense, denial,
dehabilitation
in this nation of privileged upbringings.
but if you surround your identity
with barbed wire and snipers hired
to isolate, segregate, hate,
we'll never get no where.
where stagnance
like the cespool
in the backyard of my desire
to co-habitate
simply relate
'cause
our oppressions are linked,
a chain, your gang my
slang
so don't refrain
from pickin up my fight
and I'll scratch that itch,
you know the one you just can't reach?
bend to mend these wounds, soars
inflicted by "the man"
his plan, to step always on someone.
and if you rise up
history, herstory
tells us
someone else
will fill that
slot the
not-so-hot spot;
a grand totem pole,
a black hole
takes it's toll on our souls.
So we sweat over every rung looking
below us every second since we've begun,
American Gladiators grabbing at our shoes,
laces un-done.
But fuck that 'cause
i don't want to live life
knowing the strife
standing on
my sister's shoulders,
so would you kindly remove
your footmark from my forehead.
And like cheerleaders
let's find a new formation,
denomination to unite
despite the institutionalized ladders
we need to shatter
that divide and conquer bullshit
has profoundly kept us all down
'cause, if we continue delaying by saying
fuck you,
you'll never understand, comprehend
my issues
my oppression
my identity
my gender expression
then we're all.
just.
fucked.