Sunday, October 3, 2010

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

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
The AM changes to PM
Marches through the afternoon
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

For you, and for me

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