Gender's Incarceration

by BOB GALLO   Apr 15, 2019


Being a gender is too tight
a dungeon
it is like being fastened
to the opposite propensity of
a serrated knife.

I do not consign my soul
to the confine of any incarceration.
Even the sky is a trap
chaining me to my wings.

I am not a captive
I am not a bondservant of any format
I am an alien
I am an inhabitant of the planet
named emancipation:

Like fruits, I ripe
and rip out of the carcass of my forms.
Like art
I am uncontainable in time,
like eternality
I tear
this intertwined textile of ticks and tacks,
to crack open
any cocoon that host
my butterfly
of within.

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