New Poem: Reduced
- S P Clark
- Apr 26, 2024
- 1 min read
We all get placed into boxes, stereotyped or labelled. It is restrictive, reductive and undermining as we all are comprised of many things. This can be seen clearly in the way people respond / try to navigate the LGBTQ+ community. From that thought this poem (by S P Clark) appeared.
Reduced
A Poem by S P Clark
We’re reduced to a phrase; a box for us to be squeezed and crammed into
A way for them to say he’s one of those and make it easier to understand, to victimise, to blame, to other
To treat us like a redundant being; not quite human – not quite them
Reduced to who you fuck; a carnal beast whose body embodies all the filth and decay of the rotting world
That’s not my world
That’s not my world.
We’re reduced to a slur; a name that they thoughtless fling to knock us down
A tag for them to brand us with for the world to view, to scrutinise, to shame, to make us live undercover,
To force us into tricks, to come to heel; bow down doggy – man’s best friend
Reduced to who fucks who; a lubricious creature defined by male or female roles, top or bottom, dirty souls
That’s not my soul
That’s not my soul.
© S P Clark
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