The Label - Poem by Venus Lanaux
By Venus Lanaux
My appearance offends them.
My intellect- it will amuse,
Let me say something of pertinence,
They will be confused.
What is my race? What is this color?
If they can't identify me,
They can't calculate me into their numbers.
So they'll make me appear ineffective, mark me off as lost.
Shut me up with my crazy notions,
Block them from spreading no matter the cost-
Or they create a definition; I'm Hispanic, or maybe I'm black;
Just so long as they can associate my ideals with concepts of lack.
The will label me a nut, medicate and disorient me,
To ensure that no one will ever take me seriously...
And, in this, they take their power back.
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