My struggles with my
oppression
do not negate
yours,
but rather should make us
kin
(under the
skin)
We don't have to love each
other,
or even like each
other.
We have stop bleeding
out
our precious human
energy
on hate.
The rules and structures
that
with respect
design our
outlines
in which to
form
our group
reality
You defile our
air
with vile
chemistry,
destroy our long-sought
synergy
of peace and
well-being,
shatter all our
dreams
to make your puerile
prideful point.
I do not have to define
myself
in false
narratives.
I can manifestly
be,
not bound by
definitions.
6/1-5/20
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