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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-07-01 at 00:11

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Well I reckon your a poet - but not of the pigeon-holed variety. :)