Project Type: Poems


They call me weak whenIn the midst of anger,I cry. I think them weak when they don’t. Anger is such an ugly emotion.Doesn’t it deserve your tears?

They ask why

Why do you care about racism? You’re white. they say Why are¬†you bothered by antisemitism? You’re not a Jew. they ask Why do you speak up for the immigrants, the minorities, the poor? You’re a citizen, you’ve not known hate, you’ve not known need. they ponder I am not straight; I know what hate feels …