Codes: A rough poem

dear brothers

thank you for validating what the ideal woman is for the thousanth time

smart, confident, logical, powerful, capable of fitting the illogic of queer and feminist thought in a logical box

not to mention white

codes as masculine

one of the guys

a good ol boy in the making

likable =readily fuckable?

thank you for pointing out what the ideal woman isn't

illogical, insecure, whiny, incapable of making you feel comfortable with their queer and feminist thought

not to mention of color

codes as feminine

childish and of little worth

unlikable=unattractive

common complaint: colored girls that want to be white

is it really that hard to fathom

listening to you talk?

Oddly enough when that woman of color does code as masculine

code as confident, as empowered, as logical

she needs to be taught a lesson

how could she have forgotten that pedestal is off limits?

Silly woman

men of color stereotyped as preferring codes of whiteness

white females placed on pedestals made just for them

whiteness = sovereign power

maleness=sovereign power

worthy of their praise

women of color placed on knees; the only way to be seen as good

colors = expendable weakness 

femaleness=expendable weakness

worthy only of servitude to them

the choice is clear but is the stereotype really that true?

Say it aint so

they say they value the real, the truth in her

her apparent power

but they do not value the real, the truth in them

their apparent weakness

but truth is truth and real is real right?

real and truth are uncomfortable things

things power does not handle well

when it comes from the dominated

but when it comes from power

from the hims and hers that code as power

it is welcome with open arms and repeated as gospel

as if we said nothing at all

they know the pain of that

but prefer to continue stabbing anyway

taking us for chumps that don't know the illogic

of why it is right that they do so

Outtro

and this is why I never partake in such politicking

and this is why I am in pain when I hear you talk this way

do you not know you do the same to me as you do to them?

Am I not your sister?  

We have so much to share with you

if you could only grant us the benefit of the doubt

and exercise unconditional compassion

are you really my brother?