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.