Outside the Margins

In humanity we find Inhumanity. We find Humanity defined in a way That stretches believability, Bending over backwards To bend us over. Back towards That animal kingdom we're pushed, Stripped of our community And communicated to like children, A group without voice beyond That of their assigned guardian— Guard, even, in the way they stifle What speech we muster. What speech we must hear Is never our own, never our voice; Never our choice of words, For as "children" we cannot be trusted to choose. After all, we might make the wrong choice, Speak the wrong voice, Stretching the definition to include rather than avoid us As human.