Here's to you
the bathroom police
wearing your proud badge
with your stupid sideways glances
slack-jawed stances
fingers pointed out
I don't need you speculating, hating,
wondering what the fuck
i am
"is it a she-he, a he-she
a fag, queer or queen?"
I AM ME.
and no I don't need that
look on your face or you
openin' your mouth
to say i'm outta place
put that fuckin' whistle away
you think i've been holdin' it
this long?
all i want is a safe place to pee
so shut the fuck up and
grant me
some
relief.
About Me
- Eli
- "This desocializing process-- the sloughing off, like a snake skin, of the useless preoccupations and standards of the society I had left, and the growing of new ones that were more tuned to my present environment-- was beginning to show. I was glad that the others didn't stay, to make sense to them, trying to remember the niceties of conversation, the triviality of those almost forgotten patterns of interaction with my own kind, who were like animals circling each other-- unsure, on guard. I liked, still like, the person who emerged from that process far better than the one who existed before it- or since it. In my own eyes, I was becoming sane, normal, healthy, yet to anyone else's I must have appeared if not certifiably mad then at least irretrievably weird, eccentric, sun-struck and bush-happy." --Robyn Davidson
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