I grow furious

with the perpetuation

of the negation

of my gender,

through handmedown

stories created to

subject

neglect

find defect

in everything

I am

by hands

un-bled by the moon

nor birthed memory from womb

but have painted every ”

good thing done

in the shadowed

story

of babel’s fruit.

I am

neither weak

nor the cause

of your ill fortune

We, neither male nor female

neither old nor young

rich nor poor

straight nor gay

creed or none,

are the masters of our souls.

Master peace and find peace. Master self and others will see your truth.

Master hatred and find only hate.