One of my Slam Poetry Pieces

Restroom Politics 

I’m tired of making a political statement every time I have to use the restroom

Ladies and Gentlemen

Men and Women

Boys and Girls

I stand before you, living proof
Biology may not be destiny

Gender is not a binary

We are not as simple as it looks

Life is a spectrum

A prism of perspective

Like a rainbow

Good-Evil

Wrong-Right

Day-Night

Black-White

Male-Female

They are not the binaries they appear to be

If right and wrong were so obvious

Why do we have so many lawyers?

Okay, a day –

Begins with darkness

Twilight

Dawn

Morning

The AM changes to PM

Marches through the afternoon

Sunset

Dusk
When the evening beckons the night
In the failing light

Blue blushes pink
Deepens to purple and fades to black

The swirling stars

Twirling in the sky

The moon – full, half, quarter, new

There is no stark change from day to night and back again

Day and night are not binary

They are diversity

And so am I

Yet, every time I stand before restroom doors

I have to hesitate

When all I want to do is defecate

Trembling with trepidation

So, you know how I go?

Eeny Meeny Miny Moe

In which restroom should I go?

Kind of reminds me of Jim Crow, you know?

Eeny Meeny Miny Moe

My mother told me to pick the very best one

And this one is it…
Oh shit, here I go

You know, sometimes civil rights movements start in restrooms

Peace

Equality

Diversity

For you, and for me