Social Justice Poetry

SB Moore

Woman | A Social Justice Poem by SB Moore

They tell her to wear
a certain kind of clothing,
and that she should smell
a certain way.

They mention kindly that
she should smear herself
in make-up, and that the
person she wants to kiss
may not be the right type.

They tell her that she may
want to consider “getting
some work done,” but that’s
enough because she doesn’t
want it.

She wants to kiss who she
wants, even if it’s wrong,
smell like a human, age,
and live at peace.

Surgery | A Social Justice Poem by SB Moore

They scrape a layer away,
like skimming the surface
of a pool.

The person’s still hidden
underneath.

She doesn’t like herself,
doesn’t like being called
homo and gay and queer
and dyke, so she asks for
a new person instead.

Problem is, no matter how
far they dig, the layers
all look the same.

In fact, the surgeons are
not even sure what they are
looking for, even though at
least one of them is fully
convinced they will know it
when they finally see it.