At the border of Black and Trans when they only see one on the bus vigilance takes a front seat Border Services Officers strut their way on as if they alone were real stuffed into their uniforms like cooked sausages pressured white male toxicity about to split open then spat “You!” “Come with us!” His heart like a drummer pounding in a cover rock band pounding, hard and fast snare da boom, da boom, da boom, boom, boom snare da boom, da boom, da boom, boom, boom Black and blue he was true but he knew “Where you from?” “You look suspiciously Black.” “Incarceration history?” “You will need to go back…” He said, “What? That isn’t me." "I’m a teacher, you see.” sweat dripping down his back it was their slime their projected crime Traveling while Black their only thought, attack Trans, they couldn’t see that’s our history Black and blue he was true but he knew His words held no weight as he lost in their debate at the border gate Black and blue he was true as he tried to save his own hide from this American Trans Genocide but they just stamped: Denied When we heard what he endured Racism! we cried screw you sausage officers one day justice will thrive and you’re gonna get eaten alive!
Thank you for sharing this expressive poem.
So good!