second class citizen

headache and i want to

say new things. proud

and trying to be strong

and feelin' down and

sometimes angry.

booker t washington,

the soulful grapes

and aches, empty

bottles, corn shells,

conch shells, rainbow

beads and listening

to me. news articles in

papers and people

filled with hatred and

feeling like a second

class citizen. it hurts,

burns, and trying to

explain feminism and

equality to people who

don't ever seem to
understand. cope with

hope, at the end of our

rope. i'm sad seeing the

faces of the ones

threatened, that one of

the smaller groups will

change the thousand year

old system that prefers

them. bigotry and

christianity. gay and

straight. male and female.

standing up and staying

strong. heart flutters

and open shutters.

teaming and revealing,

stolen hard drives, stolen

dreams. mushroom tops,

smiles, forgetting things.

missing mack and hearing

songs. new recordings,

old hugs, chapped lip

kisses, raising eyebrows,

making conclusions,

no conclusions, staying

strong, staying strong,

staying strong.