i hope writing in english
this poem about how we allow
those wretched yt people
to take everything from us;
and most especially, our language
woven with magic and gifted specially to us
does not undermine my point
about those wretched yt people
and my language.
last week in class,
i ranted and screamed
cursing males with violence in their blood
and tainting the week females who would stay in pain.
yesterday at home,
my lover and i got into an argument
we raised our voices
and he raised his hands
i found myself shrinking
because all i saw was my father
who claimed his beatings were an act of love.