i am not ashamed about where i’m from, 

but yes, I am ashamed of what their government’s done

and yes, i am ashamed that no one over there questions it,

and that 

when my cousins do, they are on the far left of it

the flippancy, the humor, they’re laughing through their allyship,

oops i guess my queer and bitter business burns too bright through it

where is all the constancy, relentlessness, 

the questioning, the restlessness, they cannot let this 

rest lest all these voices thicken apathy by the simpleness of lack

and we can’t stop till i can fly my flag, and honestly,

that’s all i want, simplicity of honesty, 

for my gender causes me no shame, i fly my pronouns wide,

my aro/ace is in your face, my mother’s side in

uruguay is represented in the sill, 

is it too much for this as well,

i want them both there, side by side,

my history there flown with pride

 

we’re more than just one musical, 

one story shot with buckshot by a 

genocide that we can’t hide, museums shot 

with yellow stars and still the smarmy smiles 

are shot in shots on the tv, and yet the coding not ill-boding, 

just a kick to the gut

 

today i saw a jew on television. he was running for president.

there wasn’t a single damn stereotype about him.