God Is Gray. Poem by Ginny S.

may i sit next to you, love?
eat the bread out of your hands
drink the wine out of your cup
my star says that i can’t?

may i sit next to you, sir?
the bus’s back is full
the seats up here aren’t crowded
and i am very old

look at that tiny creature
inside your human home
i don’t desire that she lives
let’s pluck her from the loam

for you have rights to body
she has no rights because
she doesn’t have a body
though once
that thing
i was

look at her, is she a beauty
but her skin is colored brown
i dislike her scientific pigment
let’s run her out of town

everyone is black
and everyone is white
we’re humans all the same
still we are not alike

logic? who needs logic
when there is tradition to live by

homo one
one man alike
sapiens
we are wise
how wise are we