Dead name

Hush-don’t say that name
you have lost that person today
they don’t stand here-
we’re not the same.

Please-don’t say that name
it reminds me of my shame
I have grieved much more than you
you could never feel as I do.

Hush-don’t say that name
I lost everything today
you, you’re not the same
you bring up my deepest shame
you have placed me with the blame
I just cannot hear that name.

Please… don’t say that name
please don’t say I look the same
why am I so damn ashamed?
you ask questions to break my frame
literal-the words are violence
say that name it’s dead to my lips.

Hush! Don’t say that name
they have died, but I remain
you will love me just the same
replace them in your memory
with old thoughts of what you see
play along and don’t you grieve
the name is dead, but I’m still me.

League of their own

Let them play!
Take gender out of the game-
if you want equality
then practice until you win-
no dick, no cunt,
should ever change your chances-
isn’t equality the premise
of your actions?
Let them play-
take gender out of games!
If there’s no difference
then just let them play;
no difference between the sexes
women and men just the same
all this fits your rhetoric-
the manifestos of feminist schtick
anything you can do-they can’t do better-
so aren’t segregated sports teams
sexist in and of themselves?

Berkeley

Why is it
that all I see
is upper class society
trying to stop the fascist regime
to save the rest of us ignorant fiends?
Kill the bigots-set us free-
do you even know anything about poverty?
Or just what you’ve learned from Gaga and scene-John Legend taught
you what we need?
What the fuck does he know about
living poor like me?
Pronouns and safe spaces
that what you sell us.
When white privilege is your rhetoric
you’ve clearly forgotten how the rest of us live.
You aren’t heroes- super or zero,
just cowards and ignorant excuses for people.
Antifa: Laguna Beach? Beverley Hills and other golden streets
how are you fighting for the lowly?
Take the fucking mask off if you wanna throw heat
just a walking ego, a child running with needles-touch that flame
blame me though!
Antifa-the middle class dies
and this is what we’re left with?

Cherno Biko

What a lady
a real goddess
proving to the mass
she’s flawless
shining through
this white is right
breaking out of
stereotypes.
Transcending all
your morality
just ignorant hypocrisy.
Cherno Biko
an idol queen
a perfect example
of a woman’s theme:
all snakes in the grass-
Biko takes
doesn’t ask-
he’s a rapist and a hack.
The devil in a dress
just a delusional
fetishizer
forcing transmen
to bare ‘her’ child?
Apologize as the victim
the hero of this movement
should be jailed
and left to ruin.

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel

Rachel Dolezal
is a victim of the limits of our diction!
If instead she said she was a man
she would have received loved
never having to use food stamps
she would have been promoted.
You see we put much more stock
in a social construct
then we do biology!
To be black is a real thing
but gender is just a dream.
Wait…

Mental gymnastics

Compiled of March 16-17 tweets from: Professor Fleming @alwaystheself

I don’t think it ever makes sense
to tell women
to “just shut up” about our
experiences of gender.
But women must find a way to talk about our *own* subjective experiences…
which is why I often ask
*white* women to
explicitly
position themselves as *white* women
so you can tell us about *white* womanhood.
Nope.
The point is that
excluding *trans*
women from womanhood
(as Adichie did)
contributes to *trans*
women’s oppression
I’m making the assumption
that *cis* women can’t speak to
or
fully understand
*trans* experiences (plural)-
and
vice versa.
People who can’t admit that
distinguishing
*trans* women from “women”-
for *trans* women who seek to describe
what it means to be
*cis*
I ask that you
acknowledge
*cis* women’s views and knowledge on the matter.
Understanding *trans* women as “women”
had required me
to rethink/relinquish
the basis upon which
I’ve understood and
lived
womanhood.

That said,
marginalized folk
can and do
intimate
dominate folk
into silence.

Educate me

Tell me what a female is;
a compilation of unhinged,
a figure made of porcelain-
with
colored vary tones of skin,
a body dressed in red ribbons,
a creature of no consequence.

Tell me what a female is-
I’ve been dying to be let in
to the secrets of my slit-
unknowing is like oxygen!
My lungs are desperate
to breathe again.

Tell me what a female is!
I’ve lived decades so ignorant,
as to my own narrative-
caught up in the experiences.
Guess that’s wrong due to your existence
being a woman is just some lipstick?

Upon second thought,
I think it’s just you
how ’bout
define yourself
not my poon.