Rage
Don’t pay me lip service
If you ask me what I need
That is not enough – not without action
If I ask you to come to my playground because I’m always at yours
Don’t decline because it ‘doesn’t suit you’
Raging about my gender will upset me
Raging with out room for learning and compassion will shut me down
Making it know that parts of me, things I care for and hold dear are ‘not your cup of tea’ so
you ignore them completely, shows me you do not accept me for who I am
Your rage breaks me apart. My shame can bury me. This time my rage will help me rise
Standing Still at the Speed of Light 