“Hands Off”
An Original Poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell
Hands off my hormones, my sexual reassignment surgeries,
my right to the pursuit of happiness in my adult life.
Leave my genitals alone that isn’t where my gender finds its
home.
Hands off the people of colors right to any space, to work any place
they hold the skill, to live like you and I.
Racial differences shouldn’t cause a divide.
Your grandpa lied.
Hands of the disabled persons right to accommodations just so they can
get by, this doesn’t equate to extra benefits. Not a sent misspent.
Getting help to get by does not put you ahead of the other guy,
welfare and accommodations never made the recipient close to rich.
Let the children learn how the teachers see fit, after all there were
educated for it. Hands off of education a child’s mind is delicate.
American history in all its glory should be an elementary horror story.
Hands off the migrants and immigrants they have lost their homes,
all they have ever known. The families they may never reconnect, all for
a slice of the American dream. The least you could do is let them be.
Hands off of all our differences.
This is the way we were meant to live; This is what the melting pot is.
You won’t erase the likes of us, no matter how forceful you shove us
to the ground.
A Submission for “Voices for the Voiceless” by: Axton N. O. Mitchell
🖤What lingers, and what fades too fast?
