Kennita Ballard- A Poem

“Nella Larsen Crossroads”

It's called passing

whitestraightfemalemale

To blend in

Living life as not the other

But living life just

To pass through

Get safety from egg to sperm

To the deathbed

Without incident or

Injury to the outside self.

So

Like a artificial penis an identity is strapped on

With casualness to the causalities

To the numbers of those who choose to speak out

Embraced their stand out

Hang in clusters like strange fruit

So

The seemingly soul alternative is to choose;

To pass

To be the majoritive's cuckoo bird

Afforded wings of privilege

By the very cheap nature of passing you can in fact afford it all

For a buy one get one free; mobility and invisibility.

The self has past on

Rest in peace

and a identity as transparent as the edges of the sky

passes through