Mankind

Mankind
One small step for man one giant leap for man kind
they had stepped on the moon
But see I am not not one of the so I will not say we
mankind. is not humanity.
cause last time I checked does not and will not EVER include me.

Mankind created the wheel and discovered fire
woman created man
On the list of great inventions that ones never mentioned
said women was made from the rib of man
but what came first the chicken or the hen

Mankind
I would love to thank my forefathers
but they wouldn't have given me choice
cause they didn’t believe in my body vote or voice

Mankind
I would like to thank my foremothers
but I don’t know who they are
see they left them out of my history books
as if they hadn’t come as far
fighting silent war against mankind
that was far less than kind to them.
There breast kept them intellectual prisoner
thoughts were as shameful as a uterus

Mankind
created the car, the house, and th the glass ceiling.
Mankind
continues define my life in playboy magazine and dishwashing commercials
Mankind
who repeatedly tells me I should be seen and not heard

Mankind
Who mad it legal for a pharmacy
deny a female plan B
a condom costs 2 dollars when
female choices are 50
our choice isn’t part of the plan
prevention through contraception is up to a man


It’s time to fight the man.
The man we call government.

The same mankind that tells us our bodies are a product of democracy
and what what we choose to do with them is up for discrepancy
as if our we are property
property old men can vote on.’

Man kind you may be our government but I’m my bodies president and don’t forget it.



Among man kind have sat in the white house
there are few who I admire
first lady for years but never for hire


A woman would be too sensitive, I’ve even heard PMS,

America likes to pretend
that my ovaries make us more vulnerable than
men

Organs that produced them, somehow reduce us.

We ignore what we’ve seen time and again
It goes both ways this so called weakness
ask mr. clinton, then ask his penis


I have met good men, they do exist
that not what it meant by this
but I’m tired of testosterone defining my life
I demand man and woman
don’t define me wife.

I will never be a police man a fire man or even a mail man so please
don’t tell me I can

I am what I am, so please include me.

It’s not mankind it’s humanity.

Don't ask, Don't tell

His parents told him
He could be anything when he grew up a firefighter a superhero
a doctor a lawyer a teacher, anything...
but that
anything but gay

They sent him to a Christian therapist
who called her self christ but never said judge not
She fed him pills of denial methods of shame in bottles labeled hate

She told him say “No” to gay
She said NO one will ask if you never tell
His diagnosis was gay
The diagnosis of a sinner
The prescription read deny temptation, deny feelings, deny self and pray

So he did.
Bent knee and clenched fingers he begged the god he swore was deaf to make him different
to make him different so he could be the same as everyone else.
Make him different so he could walk the straight path of salvation

As long as they labeled him gay
He labeled himself failure
So he healed himself marine

He was told don’t ask don’t tell and you’ll be in the right, even if it feels wrong
Not the first or last time, his government would reward a lie

He stashed his heart in his boot and hist tongue in the closet

But his weapons couldn’t protect him from his dreams
His helmet wouldn’t guard thoughts of rough hands on rough faces and gentle touches from strong arms
The sand of an Iraqi desert clouded his vision but not his memory
Heavy artillery wouldn’t drown out the sound of his soul

His uniform exclaimed solider
His uniform was a lie
He stitched stars stripes and a small black flag to the inside his jacket
Because he was a POW
A prisoner to an enemy who gazed back at him in the mirror
and a prisoner to the land of the free.
It was home and he stayed brave, as his neighbors condemned him


The truth is that he spent his life dying
Dying for his parents conditional love
Dying for a country who considered him half a man and less than a citizen
Dying for a country he loved despite the fact they denied his love
Dying for a military who defined his life in shiny grey duct tape
Dying because freedom wasn’t free which is something he knew all too well
Dying for a world who cared more about the shape of his lover then of his heart
He was dying to live

A 3 cornered flag lay in trembling hangs
The hands that once held a baby boy
The hands that pushed him away
Too late to say I love you.
Or time to say goodbye
To the son she never really knew

Red white and blue draped his coffin
but the church bells did not ring freedom
Because the civil war for civil rights was not over

The 14th amendment promised that all citizens would be equal under the law”
the 14th amendment lied
silent is not equal
separate is not equal
acceptance is not equality

A broken gay dead man lie in a smiling straight man’s grave.
Here lies lies.