You, my maker
don't you adore me?
And wish adoration
upon me?
It stings.
Don't you wish
for your daughters
your extensions -
flesh, blood, soul -
self determination?
You, Wielder of power
unchangeable, concrete.
Your dominance
held above my head
taunting.
Denial
renders my world, me
obsolete. Color blind;
don't pretend you can see
what I see.
You, false god
devout believer
in you self imposed
omnipotence,
exhausted endless knowledge.
Thoth reincarnate
heroically fighting
a straw man opposition,
"discriminatory" rejection
of you as the humanoid default.
You, cis-het white man
recognize one internal hierarchy,
the one that leaves you to drown,
that socially constructed
material thing: green.
What about the systems
that asphyxiate
him and her and them? And me?
Self declared contrarian,
denial makes you an accomplice.
You are a cog in the oppressive machine.
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My Year of Unrest: a collection of poems I wrote in 2020
PoetryA collection of poems from 2020 that act as my diary as I deal with anxiety, starting antidepressants for the first time, the pandemic, and the unstable socio-political climate in the United States. Critique is welcome and encouraged. Some poems ar...
