I wore pants to church

I remember the days
when I had to wear a skirt to pray
those jumpers my dismay
but I wore them to school anyway.
I remember the days
confused by what I saw
not even four foot tall
not sold on what I was taught
one day I just woke up
saw it for what it was
and said I’d had enough.
I remember the day
I wore pants to pray
the nuns stopped me in my tracks
but I never once looked back
told them to call my parents
my mother on their side-the merits
of properly dressed females
but my father stood by my details
told him of my discomfort
that I refused injustice
that I would pray in pants
and he told them again my stance.
I remember the days
that I knelt down to pray
God on my shoulder always leading the way.
I remember the days-
Catholic memories
of standing up to nuns
and living comfortably.
I remember the days
only a little girl at play
when I changed the system
never needing permission
just God’s little vixen.

I still got you

Never say I didn’t tell you so
everything little thing
that you wanted to know
every last mistake
you never wanted to grow
but you can’t fucking say
I never told you so.
Come to me like I’m your therapist
then you can’t recall the time
that I put in-all my wages paid
in past percents
everything I got was gone by then.
Never, ever tell me I didn’t
tell you so
I saw all your mistakes before
you hit the road
speak my mind, but speaking gets old
when no ones listening
and speaking gets you in trouble
when the truths in sync
no one ever wants a friend
who goes that deep
so now I’m just a ghost
you forget about me
but never, ever, forget just one thing
I know of all your demons and fucked up deeds.

Trans is beautiful

If you’re gonna do it-
do it right.
Turn that symptom into life-
don’t grieve that diagnosis-
just put that dress on tonight-
cause if you’re gonna do this shit-
do it right.
Don’t forget it’s a delusion but
embrace the brains solution
and turn that defect into movement!
Paint that face, move with grace,
perfect that bitchy kinda pout-
the most beautiful trans women
know this without a doubt:
that they are men but live in costume
knowing who they are
with or without you
and
that claiming you’re a real woman
simply makes you unstable.
The most beautiful trans women
do mental illness just right
looking like a dream
you’ve had most of your life.

Race and ethnicity: inherently different

Do you know what words mean?
The difference between race and ethnicity-
one is nationality, culture in kind,
the other is constructed in the blink of an eye.
One is based on skin tone
the other place of birth
if you’re a black American
thinking you are African is absurd.
One is not the other
Africa’s not your home
you might be of Caribbean descent
but even that culture probably
isn’t your own
thinking black is African
does nothing
but embarrass you
have you ever asked a born African
if their experience is the same as you?

Flesh Tones

Red, white, and blue
it’s the color that makes
you move
turn of head
flick of wrist
you forget how to live.
Paint it black
just as well
no one leaves
their ego hell
so important
that you are-
green with envy
violent bells
color dictates
your victims tale
keep it going
or unveil
the prism of privilege
the skins that sell.

I’ve known women who rape

I’ve known women
that rape
take what isn’t theirs
but they are safe.
I’ve known women
that rape
grab without consent
they only take.
I’ve known women
that rape
getting what they want
through hate
using slurs like
faggot
to negate
the very no
said to nullify the game.
I’ve known women
that rape
persist until the subject
is ashamed
gives up his cock to save
his manhood
or any other reason
you’ll say it won’t matter
just the same.
I’ve known women
that rape
tear down men
that they rape
then tell them that
it’s okay
every guy always
wants it anyway.

The new critical thinking

Right is left
and red is blue
life is death
and all is true;
two plus two
equals fish
a woman truly
can have a dick
up is down
and hungry high
live like mermaids
in the sky
absurdism never dies
the Millennials have
sanctified!
Up is lobster
cost is rub
milk is honey
summer love
this world’s gone
straight to the bells
the history of pork loin
shall prevail.

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?

Pennies

Don’t have much
but I’ve got faith
broker than I’ve ever been
but more than safe
God gave me answers
in the form of love
God has kept this ship
from the bottom
of the mud.

Radical

Let’s all forget
what we just said-
let’s all make up
the truth and beds.
Draw the curtains
make ’em red,
throw the wine glass
to the dead!
Break the mirrors,
don’t forget-
we rewrite the rhetoric.
Take the definitions
make them bend-
crush the opposition
with moments instead
that used to bring
shame and embarrassment.
Willful ignorance
is our new advent.