A Colorful Fight- Speech Poems

Untouchable by Luke.

They told me no.
Said, 'what are you?'
Said, 'You gotta choose.'
Said, 'Pink or blue.',
And I said, 'I'm a nice real color of magenta.'

Everyday extremists that made this world just black
and white solid stripes,
of a penitentiary uniform.
Imprisoned ourselves with nothing
but the ideas of who was on top and who was on bottom.

Bathe yourself afterward.
'Perhaps for the sake of hygiene.', they told me, but gently, make sure that soap and water doesn't wash away your definition.

Red and sore down there,
From the moment those red curtains opened,
Exposing me to cries of
"It's a--"
and fill in the blank on these paper pages.

Well, not everything needs a diagnosis.

And you blame it back on things past in childhood.
This is still my childhood.

Professionally inferring that those hands down my pants
Had wiped smooth like wet clay,
And re-sculpted something hideous,
And they told me:
" Hide it. "

But somewhere,
There's this scared young woman in a black dress,
On a claustrophobic staircase,
Bleeding.
'Cause that safety razor wasn't all that safe after all.

Backstage and illuminated
By a blue ghost light.
And she finally dares to look you in the eye.

Don't you dare look away.

Me,
And her,
We're gonna go dancing on air.
Filling the space between
Those canyon walls,
Our bodies broken at the bottom.
'Cause yeah,
You have to give up some things to be untouchable.