Your color, banned, your lifestyle:
you transit the sun, your face
from light, the tempestuous revival
of awkward ceremony.
We praise the locking away
of a man’s tears and
the creative motives of our mothers
because fluidity speaks too loudly,
flows too strongly
emotions. We are in denial, shaman
ashamed of technology, and we
the worst demons of our nature
for fear they are our reflections.