Borrowed

All our air is shared.

Our breath is borrowed for now.

Will we honor it?

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Queens

How can we give lesser worth

To those Queens who gave us birth?

How can we dare to pay them less,

Yet load them up with extra stress?

How can we their bodies chide,

Expecting to be let inside?

How can we their beauty doubt

And shush their voices with our clout?

When at last will we all see

That there’s but one humanity?

Man or woman, trans or cis

We can do better than this.