You’ve spent so much time listening to hate,
you couldn’t hear the truth in your current state,
ranting and raving at every hour of the day… and night.
For your friends to be the vessel that you would use,
to decant your hatred onto, hand-me-down Tupperware.
You screaming hatred and lies, “but I do care, I do care”.
Stochastic blood libel on your tongue like a whip,
while your alcoholic ass sips from another cup of bigotry,
Fox News, tin foil hat, heart and sensibilities rotted…
-with cisheteropatriarchal values stuck in antiquity.
And we didn’t accept your behaviour or your hatred:
-so of course that means you pretend at victimhood
While you bulldoze boundaries. After we say “NO. STOP.”
And you carry on. And on. And on. And on.
While we’re sleeping. While we’re working.
After we blocked you. After we said goodbye.
You still crawl around the edges of our lives,
like a snake under a toilet seat.
Destroy your own life, if you wish, Nazi Barbie.
But our lives aren’t your playground.
Charl Landsberg is a nonbinary trans poet who often writes about issues like feminism, trans rights, human rights, and social justice.