They rally, “Men are men, Women are women,” and
the throngs follow invigorated, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”
I howl, wail, and sob, “I am only a Person,” in response, all
in various places, most private and indoors. Funnily enough – the Closet.

The Orange Man grins and calls all his thralls stupid to their faces and
they yell, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, we are!” in response. I balk in my hole-in-the-wall,
“You only care for yourselves?! No wonder you think Woman is woman and
Man is man without thinking what
that even means!”

How I wish I could say these things outside. No One will Listen!
Not the throngs, not the thralls, not the Orange Man—
only the ones who also howl, wail, and sob inside their Closet like I do
will listen, will lament with me, and fight against brick walls and
isn’t that Unfair?