I have my thinks Therefore I am But why can’t I be me? For who I am It would seem Requires ‘identity’ A label must I fit And fit it well I don’t For others seek to define And dictate if I won’t My data is mined And tailored ads Seem to know me well … More Who am I?
My twin and me are oft mistook Though our differences are marked As brains ‘correct’ these ‘anomalies’ And double takes are sparked I know it is a novelty when we are seen together But after the double take move on, And remark on the weather
Originally posted on Sister Outrider:
A brief foreword: this letter was written as an invitation for queer, bisexual, and straight women who call themselves feminist to reflect upon their lesbophobia. ? Dear Roxane, As every woman active in the modern day feminist movement knows, there is a growing schism between queer ideology and sexual politics.…
Labels to compliment Labels to divide Labels to judge And compartmentalise Labels to identify And labels to employ In the end what we have… Is labels that annoy. Yesterday I was called an “earth mother”…a compliment? A judgement? A way to compartmentalise me? What does it mean anyway? I can’t claim an identity I … More Labels
A poem, of sorts, in that it rhymes, addressing gender concerns, identity and rights.
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