as boys we are told not to cry–told to hold it in–until inner truth gives way to lies…as we grow we learn the rules of a patriarchal order–where sex is a commodity to be owned bought or stolen…not one of us is immune to this toxic refuse…we are raised to be masters–to covet and to use…emotions repressed produce rage turned inward–bringing strife and depression–polluting the waters of creation…through my black and queer eyes i see a path to liberation–we must rise against this system–we must strive for revolution…sculpted and tattoed–thugged out or in drag…we need a polylingual army–trans and queer arm in arm…the assault of this system on our bodies and our minds–will take generations to repair and will take all the courage we can find…unite against patriarchy–against rape culture–against bigotry…our fly and sexy army can put capitalism in the dustbin of history
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2017
