You don’t know my name, but I know yours.
My chosen family uncle calls you “The Tangerine Terrorist.”

But I call you
“The Orange Cheeto in Charge.”

I know your story.
Brazen, riding full throttle through life with violence on your mind.

Baked and brandished with a vengeance,
Poison must run through your veins, for you have existed for far too long.

Have you heard my story?
Hard-eared, stubborn yet stretching toward the sky?

I was a life lived cautiously,
Like brewing tea, taken sip by sip.

But now I throw caution to the wind,
Because life deserves to be lived authentically.

Cheeto In Charge, you may never know me,
A Black, nonbinary, trans, disabled being.

But indeed I am so glad to know myself
More and more each day, shifting toward emptier galaxies.