Identity Poetry
They write their identities. How could they not?
The black man must be black and male, the lesbian,
A lesbian. The child of Asian refugees, the people
Who have changed their genders, even stuck-up
Academics, write from where they find themselves,
And, soon enough, are pigeon-holed as poets
Of this sort or that. I, too, come from somewhere,
Affluence and privilege, male and white, but those
Who traffic in distinctions have no name for me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

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Written on 2022-07-01 at 00:11




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