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I had this stanza rattling around my head after the book club horror show today. I had to look it up when I got home, so here's the whole poem. It's by the very excellent danez smith, from their 2020 collection Homies.

" ... & the trans girl making songs in her closet, spinning the dark
into a booming dress? she too is my president ... "

#USPolitics #TransRightsAreHumanRights #Poetry #Bookstodon #FuckTheFash
my president today, i elect jonathan, eleven & alerady making roads out of water young genius, blog writer, lil community activist, curls tight as pinky swears, black as my nation i trust the world in his tender blooming hands, i trust him to tell us which rivers are safe to drink & which hold fish like a promise & i elect eve ewing, who i know would ms frizzle the county into one big classroom where grandmas finger paint the national budget & uncles stand around smoking blacks plotting on stars for our escape she could walk to the podium at her inauguation & say, *the future is now*, & we'd all marvel at the sun & moon looping the sky like a gif as the cars learned to fly & our rskin grew bulletproof & colin kaepernick is my president, who kneels on the air bent toward a branch, throwing apples down to the children & vets & rihanna is my president, walking out of global summits with wineglass in hand, our taxes returned in gold to dustour faces into coins & my mama is my president, her grace stunts on amazing, brown hands breaking brown bread over mouths of the hungry until there are none unfed & my grandma is my president & her cabinet is her cabinet cause she knows how o trust what the pan knows how the skillet wins the war & the man i saw high kicking his way down the river? he is my president & the trans girl making songs in her closet, spinning the dark into a booming dress? she too is my president & shonda rhimes is my president
& nate marshall is my president & trina is my president & the boys outside walgreens selling candy for a possibly fictional basketball team are my presidents & the dude at the pizza spot who will give you a free slice if you are down to wait for him to finish the day's fourth prayer is my president & my auntie, only a few months clean, but clean she is my president & my neighbor who holds the door open when my arms are full of laundry is my president & every head nod is my president & every child singing summer with a red sweet tongue is my president & the birds & the cooks & the single moms especially & the weed dealers & the teachers & the meter made who lets you slide & the cab drivers who stop & the nurse's swollen feet & the braider's exhausted hands
& the bartender & beyoncé & all her kids & the rabbi & the sad girls & the leather daddy who always stops to say *good morning* & the boy cryng on the train & the sudden abuela who rubs his back & the uncle who offers him water & the drag queen who begins to hum o my presidents! my presidents! my presidents! my presidents! show me to our nation my only border is my body i sing your names sing your names your names my mighty anthem
#bookstodon #Poetry #transrightsarehumanrights #uspolitics #fuckthefash
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