Are you the color
of Congress, the Senate,
and the tacky walls of the Oval Office?
Do you speak the right language,
is it with the right accent? And if not
can we use your brain or your labor
to make our weapons?
Would you vote for the correct person?
Were your ancestors brought
or did they come?
Or have they been here all along?
Are you a Red, a commie
who’s more of a socialist,
a bleeding heart liberal willing to pay two bucks
more for a McDonald’s burger if it means
the person serving it can live too?
Did you have no choice about going into debt?
Are you sure? Aren’t you just lazy?
Do you love the right people?
Are you a fag, a dyke,
a twink, butch, bear, otter, femme,
queen, did you cry at the news of Pulse,
have your tears drowned you?
What’s your gender, and do you know
you only get two choices? What’s between your legs?
Have you feared; holding the hand of your other half
as they flounce beside you;
walking the street
when the street lamps are
tiny metropolitan suns hiding the stars;
the officer stopping you
for reasons you know are old
but still killing,
when did they stop calling it lynching?
What? Are you still here?