Vent Level 5

Thank god for poetry

For words un governed

You cannot censor my fingertips

There are no syllables

In need of being replaced

No political ally do we need

To be put down

Creation is reflection

And this is my own

Calling myself a woman

Because i want to

Even when I'm a man

My spirit knows the body

Is a blessing with hands

Just a vessel, a ship

A perfume bottle on a table

In a movie where someone's mother died

I have never known a vanity in real life

But i have taken offense

And watched the sadness fly

The rage passed one face to another

We're trying to get by

Don't tell me what to call myself

I can do whatever I want

Have you ever stopped to consider

That you stole our name,

Redefined it, and told us we are vile

We are saints passing rites

We are unbroken lines

Bleeding copiously and your masculinity

Still pushes us back

From behind your hands

Your mouth shouting injustice

And look at us, look at us,

Begging, you have taken enough

You have taken enough already.