Masquerading identities by hiding in harlem.
Tell them we're anything but a drag.
Prohibition, admission, recognition.
Speakeasy, honey.
The glitter lasts until next June. Devil's dandruff.
Rainbow banners on windows, pink triangles and shudders.
Alan Turing, terming, turning
toward an era where love is the cure, not the illness.
Unsightly. Virtually off the GRID.
Disorder is only present when we demonstrate.
Kinsey, kindsey, kindly
found a prism to make our spectrum visible.
How many times must we ACT UP?
Laws are adopted while our children are not.
Demonstrate, second rate, second class.
Anything but criminal.
Loosen me from blunt agony.
Each of us already fighting at least two wars.
Sir, ma'am, captain.
Don't ask, don't tell.
It's been four years, but we still feel the Pulse of our siblings.
Today we march the same as
Marsha P., marshal peace, march and pay them no mind.
They place bricks to place blame as we hold our heads up with pride.
You may forget but
someone, I tell you, will remember us
even in another time.
About the Creator
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hello! elise here. i am a scientist and an artist with a hyperactive mind that loves to come up with too many ideas to bring to fruition. through poetry, i channel that energy and i challenge my perfectionistic tendencies by posting here.
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