Still work to be done

I was born at the beginning of the AIDS epidemic

Trans folk were vilified

You could smoke in malls

I grew up in the during the birth of the internet

Pedro opened a whole lot of people’s eyes

So did Rodney King 

I’m living in the 21st century and we still don’t have 

Flying cars

Or a council of elders

Or world peace

Things we were promised

Things we worked so hard for

Forced to endure the oppression 

And erasure

From one specific group

The gold standard for all of us

Every nation has one

The perceived superiors 

And every nation has those of us

Who will work against the self made personalities

Of destruction

For equality

For love

We cannot be erased 

There are more of us than there are of them