I laugh at the extreme,
and thus I laugh at myself
all the time.
I have disregarded death
and felt nothing for its power
even rushed though fluorescent halls
into emergency operations,
outcomes uncertain.
Numb.
perhaps because I wear my wounds
like branded clothing,
and dripping blood
is my name-drop.
I fear the power of minds
beyond my own,
because the perception of dependence
dehumanizes me
disables me
far more often
than any body part
and I am always battling
the endless weight of mistaken perceptions
I may not die at the muzzle of a law enforcement officer,
I will live, with my vocal cords crushed repeatedly
by new people every day
who share no uniform features
and I am not the only one
but one of a fraction,
able, and extreme enough,
to draw attention to
another uncomfortable -ism
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