on being a two-headed worm
Perhaps this poem is about gender politics, maybe about just gender, or the alienation of the LGBT community. I’ll leave it up to you. Thanks for reading ![]()
by marie gordon
Thought police
Inside my head
Inside my sex
Inside this world
Curriculum sadism
Be still and be
A woman
Dynamically
Human but you’re
Not man
Teach me to hate
A little piece
Irremovable
Irreducible
A piece of me
A piece of my sex
A piece of the brain
Is it that my brain
Has somehow contorted
The genders?
Blow your whistle
Test me, drill me
I’ll be kind
Persistent
To resist pacificism
Or comply
When necessary
While wishing
That someone else
Will speak up
She is a mutant
A mutant among
A mutant culture
Because her head
Is twisted
Unfixably
Sick
Show me flowers
Images of beauty
Images of feminine
Divine and subtle
Graceful and mute
Somehow it never
Happens to me
That transformation
That place where I
Would be a woman
Is it because I was born
A contorted mutant
Part-man, maybe
Maybe only half a woman
Maybe just a bifurcation
Between gender politics
And insanity
Between hatred
And sheer confusion
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