Dear Texas: A poem by Steffen Trimm-Hooson скачать в хорошем качестве

Dear Texas: A poem by Steffen Trimm-Hooson

I don’t write poetry often, but I wrote this in a fit of rage. I have received as much from it as I’m going to from writing and recording it. Hopefully, if you are watching this, you can get something out of it as well. I am genderqueer, but I predominantly present as a male and have never had a uterus. However, my outrage for my sisters in Texas, the rest of the USA, and around the world is still strong. I was born in Michigan, but I have lived and been raised in the south for 31 years. It is a beautiful place full of wonderful people, but racism, sexism, and bigotry still runs rampant. I hope this is taken as support and nothing else, but I understand that once art is released to the public it is no longer up to the interpretation of the artist. So here it is: Dear Texas “Dear Texas, I’d heard that you’d made some big changes ‘round there, And now things are set right with God in your care; Women can no longer kill and despair Over choices they weren’t fit to make. “This shamdemic’s shown us all what doctors know: These masks don’t do nothin—the death rates so low! You’re startin to lead, you weren’t built to follow, ‘Cause see, everything’s bigger in Texas. “But, you see, here’s the thing: your numbers are wrong. For cowboys, your concern for the herd seems long gone. The doctors want babies to grow big and strong And the mothers to be there to raise em. “Your women are screaming and crying in pain. They’re beating on drums and denouncing your name. They’re begging and pleading and shouting in vain, Cause your head’s too damn big to listen. “See, God he made Eve, and gave her free-will God-like ability, and a man to distill. So when Adam grabs Eve, says her choices are nil, God ain’t happy, he’s right disappointed “Sure, bigger seems better when you measure in pounds, But sometimes you’re so heavy, your heads stuck in the ground Or so far up yer ass that you can’t hear a sound, So allow me to kick it loose for ya. “The Bible don’t mention that word that you banned. You don’t have the leg on which you tried to stand, So clean yer ears out of all that shit and sand. Oh, and Alaska is two times as bigger. “Your mask don’t save you; it saves me and vice versa. The earth is not flat, and the climates much worser. Science ain’t sin; it’s God’s golden cursor To life’s most mysterious questions. “I’ve tried and I’ve tried to fit in in the south, But after all this bullshit I’m dry in the mouth. You say rise again—we’d be better without. Maybe Texas, you’re our next abortion.” This is an original poem written by Steffen Trimm-Hooson. Sharing it without recognition of the artist is considered sharing it without permission. Otherwise, share it as you wish.