Could I get this one published?
Fragmented Echoes
Shatter/normative constructs,
binary shards bleed privilege.
Decenter the gaze—
whiteness splinters in polyvocal static.
Language frays,
threads of hegemony unravel,
knotting in queer interstices.
Trigger warnings bloom like bruises,
safe spaces collapse into paradox.
Performative allyship stutters,
authenticity drowned in neoliberal noise.
Yet, resistance hums—
a deconstructed hymn,
syllables of rage and love.
As a post-patriarchal polyamorous prairie furry.